[This address was delivered under circumstances of peculiar difficulty.  The day before, an expedition had been made to Washington, from which Huxley returned very tired, only to be told that he was to attend a formal dinner and reception the same evening.] “I don’t know how I shall stand it,” [he remarked.  Going to his room, he snatched an hour or two of rest, but was then called upon to finish his address before going out.  It seems that it had to be ready for simultaneous publication in the New York papers.  Now the lecture was not written out; it was to be given from notes only.  So he had to deliver it in extenso to the reporter, who took it down in shorthand, promising to let him have a longhand copy in good time the next morning.  It did not come till the last moment.  Glancing at it on his way to the lecture theatre, he discovered to his horror that it was written upon “flimsy,” from which he would not be able to read it with any success.  He wisely gave up the attempt, and made up his mind to deliver the lecture as best he could from memory.  The lecture as delivered was very nearly the same as that which he had dictated the night before, but with some curious discrepancies between the two accounts, which, he used to say, occurring as they did in versions both purporting to have been taken down from his lips, might well lead the ingenious critic of the future to pronounce them both spurious, and to declare that the pretended original was never delivered under the circumstances alleged. (Cp. the incident at Belfast.)

There was an audience of some 2000, and I am told that when he began to speak of the time that would come when they too would experience the dangers of over-population and poverty in their midst, and would then understand what Europe had to contend with more fully than they did, a pin could have been heard to drop.  At the end of the lecture, amid the enthusiastic applause of the crowd, he made his way to the front of the box where his hosts and their party were, and received their warm congratulations.  But he missed one voice amongst them, and turning to where his wife sat in silent triumph almost beyond speech, he said,] “And have you no word for me?” [then, himself also deeply moved, stooped down and kissed her.

This address was delivered on Tuesday, September 12.  On the 14th he went to Philadelphia, and on the 15th to New York, where he delivered his three lectures on Evolution on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, September 18, 20, and 22.

These lectures are very good examples of the skill with which he could present a complicated subject in a simple form, the subject seeming to unroll itself by the force of its own naked logic, and carrying conviction the further through the simplicity of its presentation.  Indeed, an unfriendly critic once paid him an unintended compliment, when trying to make out that he was no great speaker; that all he did was to set some interesting theory unadorned before his audience, when such success as he attained was due to the compelling nature of the subject itself.