Decr. 22nd. 1861
My dear George3
Between eight & nine years ago, when we were concocting that absurd book, "Travels on the Amazon & Rio Negro",4 you gave me this identical piece of paper, with sundry others,— & now having scribbled away my last sheet of "hot pressed writing" & being just 60 miles from another, I send you back your gift, with interest,— so you see a good action sooner or later finds its sure reward.
I now take my pen to write to you a letter I hope for the last time;— for I trust our future letters may be viva voce [Latin: in speech] as an Irishman might remark, & our epistolary correspondence confined to notes. In fact I really do think & believe I am coming home, & as I am quite uncertain when I may be able to send you this letter I may possibly not be very long after it. Some fine morning (before the Exhibition5 opens) I expect to walk into [2] 79, Pall Mall;6 & I suppose I shall there find things in general much about the same as if I had walked out yesterday & come in tomorrow. There will you be seated on the same chair at the same table, surrounded by the same account books, & writing upon paper of the same size & colour, as when I last beheld you. I shall find your inkstand[,] pens & pencils in the same place & in the same beautiful order, which my idiosyncrasy compels me to admire but forbids me to imitate (Could you see the table at which I now write your hair would stand on end at the reckless confusion it exhibits!)[.] I suppose you have now added some half dozen other secretaryships to your former multifarious duties. I suppose that you still come every morning from Kensington7 & return there in the evening, & that things at the Archdeacon's8 go on precisely and identically as they did eight years ago.. I feel inclined to parody the [3] words of Cicero9 & ask indignantly "How long O' Georgius will you thus abuse our patience. How long will this sublime indifference last."10.. But I fear the stern despot habit has too strongly riveted your chains, & as after preliminary years of torture the indian fanatic can at last only sleep upon his bed of spikes,— so perhaps now, you would hardly change that daily routine which has lasted so long, even if the opportunity should be thrust upon you. Excuse me my dear George if I express myself too strongly on this subject which is truly no business of mine, but I cannot see without regret my earliest friend devote himself so entirely mind & body to the service of others. [4] It is an age since you wrote to me last11 & yet you might have found plenty to write about without touching upon Politics[.] "Essays & Reviews"12 & "the Gorilla War"13 might have filled a page & you might have told me whether my last paper or "New Guinea native trade"14 was read at the Geographical,15 or any notice taken of it. Did you go to see "Blondin"[,]16 have you heard Mr Fechter,17 have you read "Great Expectations"18 — On all these famous matters a line or two from you would have been acceptable, whereas even my last somewhat lengthy epistle has not elicited a word. But I must excuse you;— writing is too much your daily toil,— we will make up for it all when I return & I will talk with you & argue with you on every Subject under the sun,— except party politics.
[5] I am here in one of the places unknown to the Royal Geog[raphical]. Soc[iety]. situated in the very centre of E Sumatra, 100 miles from sea all round. It is the height of the wet season, & pours down strong & steady generally all night & half the day. Bad times for me, but I walk out regularly 3 or 4 hours every day, picking up what I can, & generally getting some little new or rare or beautiful thing to reward me. This is the land of the two horned Rhinoceros, the Elephant, the tiger, & the tapir, but they all make themselves very scarce, & beyond their tracks & their dung & once hearing a rhinoceros bark not far off,— I am not aware of their existence. This too is the very land of monkeys,— they swarm about the villages & plantations,— long tailed & short tailed & no tail at all,— white[,] black & gray, they are eternally racing about the tree tops & gamboling in the most amusing manner. The way they do jump is "a caution to snakes"! They throw themselves recklessly through the air, apparently sure with one of their four hands to catch hold of something. I estimated one jump by a long tailed [6] white monkey, at 30 feet horizontal & 60 feet vertical from a high tree on to a lower one; he fell though however so great was his impetus on to a still lower branch & then without a moments stop, scampered away from tree to tree, evidently quite pleased with his pluck. When you startle a lot & one takes a leap like this, it is amusing to watch the others[,] some afraid & hesitating on the brink till at last they pluck up courage[,] take a run at it, & often roll over in the air with their desperate efforts — Then there are the long armed apes who never walk or run, but travel altogether by their long arms swinging themselves along from bough to bough in the easiest & most graceful manner possible -
But I must leave the monkeys & turn to the men who will more interest you though there is nothing very remarkable in them. They are Malays speaking a curious half unintelligible Malay dialect,— Mahometans19 but retaining many pagan Customs & superstitions. They are very ignorant, very lazy, & live almost absolutely [7] on rice alone, thriving upon it however just as the Irish do or did on potatoes. They were a bad lot a few years ago, but the Dutch have brought them into order by their admirable system of supervision & Government. By the bye I hope you have read Mr Money's book on "Java".—20 It is well worth while & you will see how that I had come to the same conclusions as to Dutch colonial government from what I saw in Menado.21
Nothing is worse & more absurd than the sneering predjudiced [sic] tone in which almost all English writers speak of the Dutch Government in the East.— It never has been worse than ours has been, & it is now much better, & what is greatly to their credit & not generally known, they take nearly the same pains to establish order & good government in those islands & possessions wh[ich]. are an annual loss to them, as in those which yield them a revenue. I am convinced their system is right & ours wrong in principle,— though of course in the practical working there may be & must be defects, & among [8] the dutch themselves both in Europe & India there is a strong party against the present system, but they are mostly merchants & planters who want to get the trade & commerce of the country made free, wh[ich]. in my opinion would be an act of suicidal madness, & would moreover injure instead of benefiting the natives.
Personally I do not much like the dutch out here, or the dutch officials;— but I cannot help bearing witness to the excellencies of their government of native races, gentle yet firm, respecting their manners[,] customs & predjudices [sic], yet introducing everywhere European law order & industry..
Singapore — January 20th. 1862
Thus far had I written when I received yours of Novr. 14th.22 It really pained me to find you so desponding, & surprised me to hear that you are still burthened with the support of relations who I had imagined would by this time have been able even to take upon themselves the burthen you have so long borne.
[9] Your brothers can surely now support themselves, & I have I think heard that your sister has musical talents & skill to enable her to support herself;— & I had certainly imagined that she was somewhat of a strong minded young lady who would have scorned vulgar predjudices [sic], & disregarded your wishes on this matter:— and I must say I should have admired her conduct more had she done so —
On the question of marriage, we probably differ much. I believe a good wife to be the greatest blessing a man can, [some letters struck through, illeg.] enjoy & the only road to happiness but the qualifications I should look for are probably not such as would [10] satisfy you. My opinions have changed much on this point. I now look at intellectual companionship as quite a secondary matter, & should any good stars now send me an affectionate good tempered & domestic wife, I should care not one iota for accomplishments or even for education.
I cannot write more now. I do not yet know how long I shall be here, perhaps a month.. Then ho! For England!..
In haste | Yours most affectionately | Alfred R. Wallace [signature]
G. Silk Esq.
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[1] [p. 199]
"I am here in one of the places unknown to the Royal Geographical Society, situated in the very centre of East Sumatra, about one hundred miles from the sea in three directions. It is the height of the wet season, and the rain pours down strong and steady, generally all night and half the day. Bad times for me, but I walk out regularly three or four hours every day, picking up what I can, and generally getting some little new or rare or beautiful thing to reward me. This is the land of the two-horned rhinoceros, the elephant, the tiger, and the tapir ; but they all make themselves very scarce, and beyond their tracks and their dung, and once hearing a rhinoceros bark not far off, I am not aware of their existence. This, too, is the very land of monkeys; they swarm about the villages and plantations, long- tailed and short-tailed, and with no tail at all, white, black, and grey ; they are eternally racing about the tree-tops, and gambolling in the most amusing manner. The way they jump is amazing. They throw themselves recklessly through the air, apparently sure, [2] [p. 200] with one or other of their four hands, to catch hold of something. I estimated one jump by a long-tailed white monkey at thirty feet horizontal, and sixty feet vertical, from a high tree on to a lower one ; he fell through, however, so great was his impetus, on to a lower branch, and then, without a moment's stop, scampered away from tree to tree, evidently quite pleased with his own pluck. When I startle a band, and one leader takes a leap like this, it is amusing to watch the others — some afraid and hesitating on the brink till at last they pluck up courage, take a run at it, and often roll over in the air with their desperate efforts. Then there are the long-armed apes, who never walk or run upon the trees, but travel altogether by their long arms, swinging themselves from bough to bough in the easiest and most graceful manner possible.
"But I must leave the monkeys and turn to the men, who will interest you more, though there is nothing very remarkable in them. They are Malays, speaking a curious, half-unintelligible Malay dialect — Mohammedans, but retaining many pagan customs and superstitions. They are very ignorant, very lazy, and live almost absolutely on rice alone, thriving upon it, however, just as the Irish do, or did, upon potatoes. They were a bad lot a few years ago, but the Dutch have brought them into order by their admirable system of supervision and government. By-the-by, I hope you have read Mr. Money's book on Java. It is well worth while, and you will see that I had come to the same conclusions as to Dutch colonial government from what I saw in Menado. Nothing is worse and more absurd than the sneering prejudiced tone in which almost all English writers speak of the Dutch government in the East. It [3] [p. 201] never has been worse than ours has been, and it is now very much better; and what is greatly to their credit and not generally known, they take nearly the same pains to establish order and good government in those islands and possessions which are an annual loss to them, as in those which yield them a revenue. I am convinced that their system is right in principle, and ours wrong, though, of course, in the practical working there may and must be defects ; and among the Dutch themselves, both in Europe and the Indies, there is a strong party against the present system, but that party consists mostly of merchants and planters, who want to get the trade and commerce of the country made free, which in my opinion would be an act of suicidal madness, and would, moreover, seriously injure instead of benefiting the natives.
"Personally, I do not much like the Dutch out here, or the Dutch officials ; but I cannot help bearing witness to the excellence of their government of native races, gentle yet firm, treating their manners, customs, and prejudices with respect, yet introducing everywhere European law, order, and industry."
"Singapore, January 20, 1862.
"I cannot write more now. I do not know how long I shall be here; perhaps a month. Then, ho! for England!"
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[1] [p. 87]
Singapore.
January 20, 1862.
My dear George, —...
On the question of marriage we probably differ much. I believe a good wife to be the greatest blessing a man can enjoy, and the only road to happiness, but the qualifications I should look for are probably not such as would satisfy you. My opinions have not changed much on [2] [p. 88] this point: I now look at intellectual companionship as quite a secondary matter, and should my good stars ever send me an affectionate, good-tempered and domestic wife, I shall care not one iota for accomplishments or even for education.
I cannot write more now. I do not yet know how long I shall be here, perhaps a month. Then ho! for England! -
In haste, yours most affectionately, | Alfred R. Wallace.
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