240 Luck, or Cunning ? 
to any other in the whole course of my life. I refer, of 
course, to Mr. Darwin. 
His claim upon us lies not so much in what is actually 
found within the four corners of any one of his books, as in 
the fact of his having written them at all—in the fact of his 
having brought out one after another, with descent always 
for its keynote, until the lesson was learned too thoroughly 
to make it at all likely that it will be forgotten. Mr. 
Darwin wanted to move his generation, and had the 
penetration to see that this is not done by saying a thing 
once for all and leaving it. It almost seems as though it 
matters less what a man says than the number of times he 
repeats it, in a more or less varied form. It was here the 
author of the “ Vestiges of Creation’? made his most 
serious mistake. He relied on new editions, and no one pays 
much attention to new editions—the mark a book makes is 
almost always made by its first edition. If, instead of 
bringing out a series of amended editions during the fifteen 
years’ law which Mr. Darwin gave him, Mr. Chambers 
had followed up the “ Vestiges’’ with new book upon 
new book, he would have learned much more, and, by 
consequence, not have been snuffed out so easily once for 
all as he was in 1859 when the “ Origin of Species” 
appeared. 
The tenacity of purpose which appears to have been 
one of Mr. Darwin’s most remarkable characteristics was 
visible even in his outward appearance. He always re- 
minded me of Raffaelle’s portrait of Pope Julius the Second, 
which, indeed, would almost do for a portrait of Mr. 
Darwin himself. I imagine that these two men, widely as 
the sphere of their action differed, must have been like 
each other in more respects than looks alone. Each, 
certainly, had a hand of iron; whether Pope Julius wore 
a velvet glove or no, I do not know ; I rather think not, for, 
if I remember rightly, he boxed Michael Angelo’s ears for 
giving him a saucy answer. We cannot fancy Mr. Darwin 
