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his contemporaries. Mr. Herbert writes : " I think it was in 

 the spring of 1828 that I first met Darwin, either at my 

 cousin Whitley's rooms in St. John's, or at the rooms of some 

 other of his old Shrewsbury schoolfellows, with many of 

 whom I was on terms of great intimacy. But it certainly was 

 in the summer of that year that our acquaintance ripened 

 into intimacy, when we happened to be together at Barmoutb, 

 for the Long Vacation, reading with private tutors, he with 

 Betterton of St. John's, his Classical and Mathematical Tutor, 

 and I with Yate of St. John's." 



The intercourse between them practically ceased in 1831, 

 when my father said good-bye to Herbert at Cambridge, on 

 starting on his Beagle voyage. I once met Mr. Herbert, 

 then almost an old man, and I was much struck by the 

 evident warmth and freshness of the affection with which he 

 remembered my father. The notes from which I quote end with 

 this warm-hearted eulogium : " It would be idle for me to speak 

 of his vast intellectual powers . . . but I cannot end this cur- 

 sory and rambling sketch without testifying, and I doubt not 

 all his surviving college friends would concur with me, that 

 he was the most genial, warm-hearted, generous, and affec- 

 tionate of friends ; that his sympathies were with all that was 

 good and true ; and that he had a cordial hatred for every- 

 thing false, or vile, or cruel, or mean, or dishonourable. He 

 | was not only great, but pre-eminently good, and just, and 

 loveable." 



Two anecdotes told by Mr. Herbert show that my father's 

 feeling for suffering, whether of man or beast, was as strong 

 in him as a young man as it was in later years : " Before he 

 left Cambridge he told me that he had made up his mind not 

 to shoot any more ; that he had had two days' shooting at his 

 friend's, Mr. Owen of Woodhouse ; and that on the second 

 day, when going over some of the ground they had beaten 

 on the day 'before, he picked up a bird not quite dead, 

 but lingering from a shot it had received on the pre- 



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