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I hope the weather has so far mended with you as not to bring your holiday change earlier 

 to an end, than was originally intended. It is pleasant enough here. I sat out yesterday in 

 my bath chair in the park, for an hour or more. 



I have secured a pretty little house in Brockham, just south of Box Hill, with the Mole 

 River for its meadow boundary. It is called "The Meadows." We go there at the end of 

 October. My own matters get on. The whole of the text of my book is in the printers' hands 

 " for Press " and the index is in their hands too, but not yet in type. I shall be glad to have 

 wholly done with it. 



Eugenics gets on. I have drafted an Address for the October meeting of the new Society 

 of which I enclose the prospectus (No, I don't. I can't find one !). The address takes up fresh 

 ground and I must ask Crackanthorpe to smash it into shape as soon as it is type-written. I see 

 that in the President of the Anthropological Section, Ridgeway's, address, there is a good deal 

 of platitudinous appreciation of Eugenics towards its close. 



What do you think of Frank Darwin's Address 1 I must read it carefully yet again, but at 

 present it seems to me that he asks for too much tenacity of memory from each of innumerable 

 units. The forgetfulness of one of them would create a havoc in the orderly development. But 

 I write crudely. Ever affectionately, Francis Galton. 



Your tale about Churton and the mad college porter is very amusing*. 



42, Rutland Gate, S.W. Sept. 24, 1908. 



My dear Karl Pearson, I returned yesterday to London and the new No. of Biometrika 

 arrived shortly after. I am glad that you have that off your hands. Your last letter, which 

 describes your health as run low and the quantity of work ahead, made me feel sad, and fearful 

 that the residue of your scanty holiday may have been far short of what your health needs. 

 How I wish I could be of service to you in any way. It is a shame that your powers and zeal 

 should be used up by comparatively small details of not the most advanced tuition f. I did not 

 write before, being unwilling to add to your work. Now when you have time, a line would be 

 very acceptable just to say how you are. 



The U. pedigree is not even yet such as I could wish. The V. U.'s, on whom I relied, were 

 out of town and when they returned just before I last left it, could not find the required notes. 

 I will now try a different way. 



. I have let this house for the winter, beginning with Nov. 1, and have taken " The Meadows," 

 Brockham, Dorking, for that same time. It is small but very well appointed, and is pretty. 

 Moreover it stands high, notwithstanding its name and the fact that the river Mole bounds its 

 adjacent meadow. Box Hill is just to its north and is said to shelter it. 



I address this to Hampstead, thinking that you may have returned by now. 



Ever affectionately, Francis Galton. 



I am a little busy with the new Eugenics Education Society. Also I have just read the 

 proof-sheets of Saleeby's forthcoming book on race improvement. It has some new things, but 

 too much denunciation. However he rubs certain elementary truths strongly into the reader. 



7, Well Road, Hampstead, N.W. September 25, 1908. 



My dear Francis Galton, Many thanks for your sympathetic note. We came back last 

 Saturday and I am trying to get back into harness again. I enclose the final form of the 

 prospectus of the Treasury. I do not propose to issue it just yet, until we are a little farther 

 forward with Part I, but we began drawing the plates for it to-day. I think we shall have a 

 good first number. I have got a good Pollock Pedigree; Sir Edward Fry answered very nicely 

 and I hope to get fully the data from him. Mr Vernon Lushington has not yet answered; I have 



# Alas ! Galton's letter to me concerning Churton, the abnormally shy College dean of my 

 undergraduate days at King's, Cambridge, and my reply citing the incident of the under-porter 

 mistaking him for the devil have alike perished. 



t At this time the biographer was giving 24 hours a week to teaching and demonstrating, 

 apart from aiding research workers, supervising Galton's Eugenics Laboratory and much heavy 

 editorial work. 



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