In the meanwhile keep quiet and do nothing.  I feel the force of what you say very strongly—­so strongly, in fact, that I must morally ice myself and get my judgment clear and cool before I advise you what is to be done.

I am very sorry to hear you have been so ill.  For the present dismiss the matter from your thoughts and give your mind to getting better.  Leave it all to be turned over in the mind of that cold-blooded, worldly, cynical old fellow, who signs himself,

Your affectionate Pater.

[The last is to Mr. Edward Clodd, on receiving his book “Jesus of Nazareth.”]

4 Marlborough Place, Abbey Road, N.W., December 21, 1879.

My dear Mr. Clodd,

I have been spending all this Sunday afternoon over the book you have been kind enough to send me, and being a swift reader, I have travelled honestly from cover to cover.

It is the book I have been longing to see; in spirit, matter and form it appears to me to be exactly what people like myself have been wanting.  For though for the last quarter of a century I have done all that lay in my power to oppose and destroy the idolatrous accretions of Judaism and Christianity, I have never had the slightest sympathy with those who, as the Germans say, would “throw the child away along with the bath”—­and when I was a member of the London School Board I fought for the retention of the Bible, to the great scandal of some of my Liberal friends—­who can’t make out to this day whether I was a hypocrite, or simply a fool on that occasion.

But my meaning was that the mass of the people should not be deprived of the one great literature which is open to them—­not shut out from the perception of their relations with the whole past history of civilised mankind—­not excluded from such a view of Judaism and Jesus of Nazareth as that which at last you have given us.

I cannot doubt that your work will have a great success not only in the grosser, but the better sense of the word.

I am yours very faithfully,

T.H.  Huxley.

[The winter of 1879-80 was memorable for its prolonged spell of cold weather.  One result of this may be traced in a New Year’s letter from Huxley to his eldest daughter.] “I have had a capital holiday—­mostly in bed—­but I don’t feel so grateful for it as I might do.” [To be forced to avoid the many interruptions and distractions of his life in London, which claimed the greatest part of his time, he would regard as an unmixed blessing; as he once said feelingly to Professor Marsh,] “If I could only break my leg, what a lot of scientific work I could do!” [But he was less grateful for having entire inaction forced upon him.

However, he was soon about again, and wrote as follows in answer to a letter from Sir Thomas (afterwards Lord) Farrer, which called his attention, as an old Fishery Commissioner, to a recent report on the sea-fisheries.]

4 Marlborough Place, January 9, 1880.