1 1 2 LIFE OF PROFESSOR HUXLEY cHAP. V 



By the way, I want you to enjoy my wind-uji with 

 Wace in this month's Nineteenth in the reading as much 

 as I have in the writing. It's as full of malice ^ as an 

 egg is full of meat, and my satisfaction in making 

 Newman my accomplice has been unutterable. That 

 man is the slipperiest sophist I have ever met with. 

 Kingsley was entirely right about him. 



Now for peace and quietness till after the next 

 Church Congress ! 



Three other letters to Mr. Knowles refer to this 



article. 



4 Marlborough Place, N.W., 

 May 4, 1889. 



My deak Kxowles — I am at the end of my London 

 tether, and we go to Eastbourne (3 Jevington Gardens 

 again) on Monday. 



I have been working hard to finish my paper, and 

 shall send it to you before I go. 



I am astonished at its meekness. Being reviled, I 

 revile not ; not an exception, I believe, can be taken to 

 the wording of one of the venomous paragraphs in which 

 the paper abounds. And I perceive the truth of a pro- 

 found reflection I have often made, that reviling is often 

 morally superior to not reviling. 



I give up Peterborough. His " Explanation " is 

 neither straightforward, nor courteous, nor prudent. Of 

 which last fact, it may be, he will be convinced when he 

 reads my acknowledgment of his favuurs, which is soft, 

 not with the softness of the answer which turneth away 

 wrath, but with that of the pillow which smothered 

 Desdemona. — Ever yours very faithfully, 



" T. H. Huxley. 



I shall try to stand an hour or two of the Academy 

 dinner, and hope it won't knock me up. 



^ I.e. in the French sense of the word. 



