226 REMINISCENCES OF HUXLEY 
me the synopsis of a projected book on “ The Dog,” 
which was to be an original contribution to the phylo- 
genetic history of the order Carnivora. The reader 
who recalls his book on “ The Crayfish” may realize 
what such a book about dogs would have been. It 
was interrupted and deferred, and finally pushed aside, 
by the thousand and one duties and cares that were 
thrust upon him, — work on government commissions, 
educational work, parish work, everything that a self- 
sacrificing and public-spirited man could be loaded 
with. In the later years, whenever I opened a maga- 
zine and found one of the controversial articles, I read 
it with pleasure, but sighed for the dog book. 
I dare say, though, it was all for the best. “To 
smite all humbugs, however big; to give a nobler tone 
to science; to set an example of abstinence from petty 
personal controversies, and of toleration for everything 
but lying; to be indifferent as to whether the work is 
recognized as mine or not, so long as it is done,” — 
such were Huxley’s aims in life. And for these things, 
in the words of good Ben Jonson, “I loved the man, 
and do honour to his memory, on this side idolatry, as 
much as any.” | 
