CHARLES ROBERT DARWIN. 



ON Wednesday, April 26, 1882, sitting in the 

 North Transept of Westminster Abbey, I 

 looked upon a sad and impressive scene. Under 

 the dome stood an oaken coffin, quite covered with 

 white wreaths ; close by were seated the distin- 

 guished pall-bearers, Sir John Lubbock, Canon 

 Farrar, the Duke of Argyle, Thomas H. Huxley, 

 James Eussell Lowell, and others. Representa- 

 tives of many nations were present; the great 

 scientists of France, Germany, Italy, Spain, and 

 Russia. 



Of the thousands who were gathered to honor 

 the famous dead, every person wore black, as re- 

 quested on the cards of admission to the abbey. 

 Perhaps never in the history of England have so 

 many noted men been assembled on an occasion 

 like this. As the choir, in their white robes, stood 

 about the open grave, singing the "Dead March 

 from Saul," the strains seemed to come from a far- 

 off country, producing an effect never to be forgot- 

 ten. Darwin lies buried close to the graves of Sir 

 Isaac Newton and Sir John Herschel. 



At Shrewsbury, England, February 12, 1809. 

 Charles Robert Darwin was born, in a square, red- 

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