Darwin Correspondence Project

Sunday night.

My dear old Herbert.

As I have not seen you to wish you good bye in propriâ persona, I must do it, on paper for I suppose you will not be in Cambridge at the latter end of the week when I return; I do not know when I have spent a merrier evening than yesterdays— It was like the old time sitting by you & hearing prodigies— I shall not in a hurry forget your awful appearance as you lay on the sofa with a great snow ball in the place of your head.— Jem certainly victimized you in capital style.— I suppose we shall have the Gentleman in the Plaid Coat, hawking “this is the head of that well know character fellow of St Johns &c & c” I certainly will put my name down for a proof before letters if there are such things— I was wishing so much that we had agreed to take a walk.— I went into Kings & heard Sauls dead March.— What a glorious sight the whole is— I never formerly knew how properly to admire it—

Adios, you best of good old Fellows. Chas Darwin.
3. Fitzwilliam St