A HISTORY OF SCIENCE 



mous at its focus. As you enter the room a big, ro- 

 bust man steps quickly forward to grasp your hand. 

 Six feet or more in height, compactly built, without 

 corpulence; erect, vigorous, even athletic; with florid 

 complexion and clear, laughing, light-blue eyes that 

 belie the white hair and whitening beard ; the ensemble 

 personifying at once kindliness and virility, simplicity 

 and depth, above all, frank, fearless honesty, without 

 a trace of pose or affectation such is Ernst Haeckel. 

 There is something about his simple, frank, earnest, 

 sympathetic, yet robust, masculine personality that 

 reminds one instinctively, as does his facial contour 

 also, of Walt Whitman. 



A glance about the room shows you at once that it is 

 a place for study, and also that it is the room of the 

 most methodical of students. There are books and 

 papers everywhere, yet not the slightest trace of dis- 

 order. Clearly every book and every parcel of papers 

 has a place, and is kept in that place. The owner 

 can at any moment lay his hand upon anything he de- 

 sires among all these documents. This habit of order- 

 liness has had no small share, I take it, in contributing 

 to Professor Haeckel's success in carrying forward 

 many lines of research at the same time, and carrying 

 all to successful terminations. Then there goes with 

 it, as a natural accompaniment, a methodical habit of 

 working, without which no single man could have put 

 behind him the multifarious accomplishments that 

 stand to Professor Haeckel's credit. 



Orderliness is not a more pronounced innate gift 

 with Professor Haeckel than is the gift of initial energy 

 to undertake and carry on work which leads to accom- 



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