3go LIFE OF PROFESSOR HUXLEY chap, xxi 



Hodeslea, Eastbourne, Xov. 9, 1S93. 



Gossip of the Town. 



" Professor Huxley receives 200 guineas for each of his 

 articles for the Nineteenth Century." 



My dear Knowles — I have always been satisfied with the 

 Nineteenth Century in the capacity of paymaster, but I did not 

 know how much reason I had for my satisfaction till I read the 

 above ! 



Totting up the number of articles and multiplying by 200 it 

 strikes me I shall be behaving very handsomely if I take £2000 

 for the balance due. 



So sit down quickly, take thy cheque-book, and write five 

 score, and let me have it at breakfast time to-morrow. I once 

 got a cheque for f 1000 at breakfast, and it ruined me morally. 

 1 have always been looking out for another. 



I hope you are all flourishing. We are the better for Maloja, 

 but more dependent on change of weather and other trifles than 

 could be wished. Yet I find myself outlasting those who started 

 in life along with me. Poor Andrew Clark and I were at Haslar 

 together in 1846, and he was the younger by a year and a half. 

 — Ever yours very faithfully, T. H. Huxley. 



All my time is spent in the co-ordination of my eruptions 

 when I am an active volcano. 



I hope you got the volumes which I told Macmillan to send 

 you. 



The following letter to Professor Romanes, whose failing 

 eyesight was a premonitory symptom of the disease which 

 proved fatal the next year, reads, so to say, as a solemn 

 prelude to the death of three old friends this autumn — of 

 Andrew Clark, his old comrade at Haslar, and cheery 

 physician for many years; of Benjamin Jowett, Master of 

 Balliol, whose acquaintance he had first made in 185 1 at 

 the Stanleys' at Harrow, and with whom he kept up an 

 intimacy to the end of his life, visiting Balliol once or twice 

 every year ; and, heaviest blow, of John Tyndall, the friend 

 and comrade whose genial warmth of spirit made him almost 

 claim a brother's place in early struggles and later success, 

 and whose sudden death was all the more poignant for the 

 cruel touch of tragedy in the manner of it : — 



