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dangled before them. A man really may love his 

 fellow-men; cherish any form of Christianity he 

 pleases; and hold not only that Darwinism is 

 " tottering to its fall/' but, if he pleases, the 

 equally sane belief that it never existed; and yet 

 may feel it his duty to oppose, to the best of his 

 capacity, despotic Socialism in all its forms, and, 

 more particularly, in its Boothian disguise. 



I am, Sir, your obedient servant, 



T. H. Huxley. 



[Persons who have not had the advantage of 

 a classical education might fairly complain of my 

 use of the word epigoni. To say truth, I had 

 been reading Droysen's " Geschichte des Hellen- 

 ismus," and the familiar historical title slipped 

 out unawares. In replying to me, however, the 

 late " Fellow of University College," Oxford, de- 

 clares he had to look the word out in a Lexi- 

 con. I commend the fact to the notice of the 

 combatants over the desirability of retaining the 

 present compulsory modicum of Greek in our Uni- 

 versities.] 



