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with hands, removed him from human sight. That 
there could be two continents was deemed impossible, 
for one God could not watch them both. That the 
earth was the central and sole inhabited planet rested 
on the same limited conception of God. That the be- 
ginning of all things was a little while ago is another 
phase of the same idea, as is the idea of special creation 
for every form of animal and plant. 
A Chinese sage, whose words remain while his name 
is lost in the ages between him and us, has said: “ He 
can not be concealed; he will appear without showing 
himself, effect renovation without moving, and create 
perfection without acting. It is the law of heaven and 
earth, whose way is solid, substantial, vast, and un- 
changing.” 
Not long ago I walked across the Kentish fields to 
Down, a pilgrim to the shrine of Darwin. I saw the 
stately mansion in which he lived—a 
great stone house surrounded by trees 
and shut in by an ivy-covered wall. Italked with the vil- 
lagers of Down, the landlord of the George Inn, and the 
working people who-had been his neighbours all their 
lives, and to whom Charles Darwin was not the world- 
renowned investigator, but the kindly friend. His love 
for his wife and family, his love for flowers and birds 
and trees, his love for all things true and beautiful—all 
this forms the fair background before which rises the 
noblest work in science. 
Forty years ago obloquy and derision were heaped 
upon the name of Darwin from all sides, sometimes even 
from his scientific associates. He outlived it all, and 
when he died his mother country paid him the highest 
tribute in her power. He lies in Westminster Abbey, by 
the side of Isaac Newton, one of the noblest of the long 
line of men of science whose lives have made his own 
Darwin’s home. 
