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but one ought not to go there oneself. The 

 modern scholar of this type may add that the 

 cigars are bad and beer dear. Very different was 

 Haeckel's verdict. " In Sicily I was nearly thrown 

 out of my line and made a landscape-painter." 

 The aesthetic man in him was the first to lift up 

 his arms with vigour under this new, free, inspiring 

 sun. His words are no idle phrase. The moment 

 he tried it Haeckel discovered that he had a genuis 

 for landscape-painting. Even in regard to this 

 gift we see the truth of what I have already said 

 in other connections ; the sternest materialists and 

 i scientific revolutionaries of the nineteenth century 

 were men of considerable artistic power. There 

 was the solid Vogt, a painter and poet ; Moleschott, 

 , the soul-comrade of Hermann Hettner ; Strauss, 

 who wrote some poems of great and lasting beauty ; 

 Feuerbach, and others. Even Biichner, the boldest 

 and most advanced of them all, has written poetry 

 under a pseudonym.* Darwin took only two 

 books with him in the little cabin of his ship, 

 'Lyell's Geology and Paradise Lost. There is a 

 i complete gallery of fine water-colours in Haeckel's 

 house to-day that have been brought from three 

 quarters of the globe. His son Walter has in- 

 herited the artistic gift, and become a painter. It 

 might be said that a good landscape-painter would 

 hardly recompense us for the loss of the philosopher 



* Biichner 's brother tells how, when Ludwig furtively 

 , brought to him the manuscript of Force and Matter, he at once 

 guessed it was a romance or an epic that so much secret work 

 had been expended on. [Trans.] 



