i86o-6i at lord JOHN RUSSELL’S 113 
broke Lodge. The floor was literally strewed 
^ith despatch boxes ! and he looked like the 
hardest-worked man in the realm. Lady John 
told me an amusing anecdote of the younger 
children. Their pet jackdaw had died, so they 
hoisted a black flag on a little castle in the garden, 
and the youngest confided to Mamma “ that they 
had determined not to play at ‘ railroads ’ for a 
jvhole week ! ” — a beautiful kind of Court-mourn- 
ing devised by the little dears. The “ Times ” 
has given my “ Pal^eontology ” a review.’ 
At the end of this year David Livingstone 
^'rote a long letter to Owen, from which some 
extracts are given here ; — 
Senna-: December 29, i860. 
‘ My dear Friend, — . . . By the way, Mr. 
Darwin’s book upsets my ideas somewhat. There 
hoes not seem to be any great struggle for exist- 
ence going on in this wide continent. There is 
^oom enough and to spare for both man and 
east. The latter seem to live quite jovially, and 
eften attain old age. They are subject to various 
iseases — whole herds are sometimes swept off by 
epidemics, and we meet with diseased animals 
Constantly. Disease does not select or elect to 
Save the strongest, for it cuts off the ox and horse, 
leaves the goat and sheep. . . . My thoughts, 
owever, may only show my ignorance ; for the 
ook itself has not yet come this length. I speak 
^’OL. II. 
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