iS86 LETTER TO DOHRN 159 



snow. Six months ago I had made up my mind to be an invalid, 

 but at Arolla I walked as well as I did when you and I made 

 pilgrimages — and earned the only honest sixpence (I, at any 

 rate) ever got for hard labour. Three months in London 

 brought me down again, so I came here to be " mended." 



You know English literature so well that perhaps you have 

 read Wordsworth's " White Doe of Rylstone." I am in that 

 country, within walk of Bolton Abbey. 



Please remember me very kindly to the Signora — and thank 

 her for copying the letter in such a charmingly legible hand. I 

 wish mine were like it. 



If I am alive we shall go to Arolla next summer. Could we 

 not meet there? It is a fair half-way. — Ever yours, 



T. H. Huxley. 



