If I am right, I can affirm that this poor fellow did not escape from the “narrow school in which he was brought up” at nineteen, but more than two years later; and, as he pursued his studies in London, perhaps he had as many opportunities for “fruitful converse with friends and equals,” to say nothing of superiors, as he would have enjoyed elsewhere.

Moreover, whether the naval officers with whom he consorted were book-learned or not, they were emphatically men, trained to face realities and to have a wholesome contempt for mere talkers.  Any one of them was worth a wilderness of phrase-crammed undergraduates.  Indeed, I have heard my misguided acquaintance declare that he regards his four years’ training under the hard conditions and the sharp discipline of his cruise as an education of inestimable value.

As to being a “keen-witted pessimist out and out,” the Reverend Dr. Abbott’s “horrid example” has shown me the following sentence:—­“Pessimism is as little consonant with the facts of sentient existence as optimism.”  He says he published it in 1888, in an article on “Industrial Development,” to be seen in the “Nineteenth Century”.  But no doubt this is another illusion.  No superior person, brought up “in the Universities,” to boot, could possibly have invented a myth so circumstantial.

[The end of the correspondence was quite amicable.  Dr. Abbott explained that he had taken his facts from the recently published “Autobiography,” and that the reporters had wonderfully altered what he really said by large omissions.  In a second letter ("Times” October 11) Huxley says:—­]

I am much obliged to Dr. Abbott for his courteous explanation.  I myself have suffered so many things at the hands of so many reporters—­of whom it may too often be said that their “faith, unfaithful, makes them falsely true”—­that I can fully enter into what his feelings must have been when he contemplated the picture of his discourse, in which the lights on “raw midshipmen,” “pessimist out and out,” “devil take the hindmost,” and “Heine’s dragoon,” were so high, while the “good things” he was kind enough to say about me lay in the deep shadow of the invisible.  And I can assure Dr. Abbott that I should not have dreamed of noticing the report of his interesting lecture, which I read when it appeared, had it not been made the subject of the leading article which drew the attention of all the world to it on the following day.

I was well aware that Dr. Abbott must have founded his remarks on the brief notice of my life which (without my knowledge) has been thrust into its present ridiculous position among biographies of eminent musicians; and most undoubtedly anything I have said there is public property.  But erroneous suppositions imaginatively connected with what I have said appear to me to stand upon a different footing, especially when they are interspersed with remarks injurious to my early friends.  Some of the “raw midshipmen and unlearned naval officers” of whom Dr. Abbott speaks, in terms which he certainly did not find in my “autobiography,” are, I am glad to say, still alive, and are performing, or have performed, valuable services to their country.  I wonder what Dr. Abbott would think, and perhaps say, if his youthful University friends were spoken of as “raw curates and unlearned country squires.”