My dear Darwin

I find among a heap of accumulated letters the inclosed— Is there anything in it?¹

Duncan, who just looked in, tells me he not long since, saw you well & hearty—which rejoices me²

We returned from Littlehampton on Saturday; and were all in great vigour. But unfortunately in the course of the journey up, your spoiled boy, Harry, was seized with a fit of sickness which has lasted him at intervals up till this morning— I try to persuade myself & my wife that it was nothing but stomach—but I am, at heart, not easy about the brain—³

However, I left him much better this morning & that is so much to the good—for I am obliged to go away to Ireland tomorrow.⁴

We had a capital meeting at Norwich & dear old Hooker came out in great force as he always does in emergencies.⁵

The only fault was the terrible “Darwinismus” which spread over the section and crept out where you least expected it—even in Fergusson’s lecture on Buddhist temples—⁶

You will have the rare happiness to see your ideas triumphant during your life time*—

With kind remembrances to M^rs Darwin & your family | Ever yours faithfully | T H Huxley

* I am preparing to go into opposition— I can’t stand it—