^T. 65.] ro G. FREDERICK WRIGHT. 657 



tliat when I sit down to Darwin's "Insectivorous 

 Plants," by way of relaxation, of an evening, I fall 

 asleep over it. And so have not finished that book 

 yet, as it cannot be read with the eyes shut. I put off 

 thought of all but my daily work till my task is done. 



I thought I might have got up to see you, but I 

 cannot now. 



I see in the last " Nation " an article, which was 

 evidently to have been continued, by Chauneey Wright, 

 in which he points out clearly the essential difference 

 between Darwinism, which is scientific, and Spencer- 

 ism, which is " philosophical." Save the mark ! 



Poor Wright, • — your namesake — died suddenly of 

 apoplexy, Sunday morning. He was a stanch Mill- 

 ite, and very acute and clear-headed. 



September 15. 



... A minister out in Illinois has written me, tak- 

 ing me seriously to task for altering my opinion after 

 the age of forty-five, and for abetting disorder, by sup- 

 porting theories that disturb the harmony of opinion 

 that ought to prevail among scientific men. 



He is one of those people who think that if you 

 shut your eyes hard, it will answer every purpose; 

 indeed, from the ease with which he confutes Darwin- 

 ism, I suppose he finds no call even to shut his eyes. 



Novemljer 10. 



. . . Species, as I have said (in " Silliman's Jour- 

 nal " articles) are not facts or things, but judgments, 

 and, of course, fallible judgments; how fallible the 

 working naturalist knows and feels more than any one 



else. 



That the pages of a Flora or Fauna should give 



