120 Lli'E OF i'UOFESSOR HUXLEY tUAl'. V 



4 Marlborough Place, 

 March 26, 1889. 



My dear Hookkr — The only science to which X. 

 has contributed, so far as I know, is the science of self- 

 advertisement ; and of that he is a master. 



When you and I were youngsters, we thought it the 

 great thing to exorcise the aristocratic flunkeyism which 

 reigned in the R.S. — the danger now is that of the entry 

 of seven devils worse than the first, in the shape of rich 

 engineers, chemical traders, and " experts " (who have sold 

 their souls for a good price), and who find it helps them 

 to appear to the public as if they were men of science. 



If the Phil. Club had kept pure, it might have acted 

 as a check upon the intrusion of the mere trading element. 

 But there seems to be no reason now against Jack and 

 Tom and Harry getting in, and the thing has become 

 an imposture. 



So I go with you for extinction, before we begin to 

 drag in the mud. 



I wish I could take some more active part in what 

 is going on. I am anxious about the Society altogether. 

 But though I am wonderfully well so long as I live like 

 a hermit, and get out into the air of the Dowais, either 

 London, or bother, and still more both combined, intimate 

 respectfully but firmly, that my margin is of the narrowest. 

 — Ever yours, T. H. Huxley. 



The following is to his daughter in Paris. Of 

 course it was the Tuileries, not the Louvre, which 

 was destroyed in 1871 : — 



I think you are quite right about French women. 

 They are like French dishes, uncommonly well cooked 

 and sent up, but what the dickens they are made of is a 

 mystery. Not but what all Avomenkind are mysteries, 



