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glance such a pity and sympathy that they ceased 
to be afraid of God and began to return to Him. . 
I never dared gaze at him, even I, unless his lids were 
down.” 
I think we have, most of us, seen eyes like these 
—eyes which one rather avoids meeting, because 
when met one is startled by the sight of a naked 
human soul brought so near. One person, at least, 
I have known to whom the above description would 
apply in every particular ; a man whose intellectual 
and moral nature was of the highest order, and who 
perished at the age of thirty, a martyr to the cause 
of humanity. 
How very strange, then, that savage man should 
have been endowed with this eye unsuited to express 
the instincts and passions of savages, but able to 
express the intelligence, high moral feelings, and 
spirituality which a humane civilization was, long 
ages after, to develop in his torpid brain! A fact 
like this seems to fit in with that flattering, 
fascinating, ingenious hypothesis invented by Wal- 
lace to account for facts which, according to the 
theory of natural selection, ought not to exist. 
In answer to the question, What is the colour of 
the British eye? so frequently asked, and not yet 
definitely settled, I wish, in conclusion, to record 
my own observations here. JI have remarked a 
surprisingly great difference in the eyes of the two 
classes into which the population is practically 
divisible—the well-to-do class and the poor. I 
