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LECTURES AND
ESSAYS
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THOMAS HENRY HUXLEY
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1910
CONTENTS. PAGE
AUTOBIOGRAPHY
5
LECTURES ON EVOLUTION 11
ON THE
PHYSICAL BASIS OF LIFE 45
NATURALISM AND
SUPERNATURALISM 57
THE VALUE OF WITNESS TO THE
MIRACULOUS
71
AGNOSTICISM 83
THE
CHRISTIAN TRADITION IN RELATION TO
JUDAIC CHRISTIANITY
96
AGNOSTICISM AND
CHRISTIANITY 108
_First Edition, February_
1902. _Reprinted, December_ 1902, 1903, 1904,
1910.
AUTOBIOGRAPHY
I was born about eight o'clock
in the morning on the 4th of May, 1825, at Ealing, which was, at that time,
as quiet a little country village as could be found within half-a-dozen miles
of Hyde Park Corner. Now it is a suburb of London with, I believe, 30,000
inhabitants. My father was one of the masters in a large semi-public school
which at one time had a high reputation. I am not aware that any portents
preceded my arrival in this world, but, in my childhood, I remember hearing a
traditional account of the manner in which I lost the chance of an endowment
of great practical value. The windows of my mother's room were open,
in consequence of the unusual warmth of the weather. For the same
reason, probably, a neighbouring beehive had swarmed, and the new
colony, pitching on the window-sill, was making its way into the room when
the horrified nurse shut down the sash. If that well-meaning woman had
only abstained from her ill-timed interference, the swarm might have
settled on my lips, and I should have been endowed with that
mellifluous eloquence which, in this country, leads far more surely than
worth, capacity, or honest work, to the highest places in Church and State.
But the opportunity was lost, and I have been obliged to content
myself through life with saying what I mean in the plainest of plain
language, than which, I suppose, there is no habit more ruinous to a
man's prospects of advancement.
Why I was christened Thomas Henry I do
not know; but it is a curious chance that my parents should have fixed for my
usual denomination upon the name of that particular Apostle with whom I have
always felt most sympathy. Physically and mentally I am the son of my mother
so completely--even down to peculiar movements of the hands, which
made their appearance in me as I reached the age she had when I
noticed them--that I can hardly find any trace of my father in myself, except
an inborn faculty for drawing, which unfortunately, in my case, has
never been cultivated, a hot temper, and that amount of tenacity of
purpose which unfriendly observers sometimes call obstinacy.
My mother
was a slender brunette, of an emotional and energetic temperament, and
possessed of the most piercing black eyes I ever saw in a woman's head. With
no more education than other women of the middle classes in her day, she had
an excellent mental capacity. Her most distinguishing characteristic,
however, was rapidity of thought. If one ventured to suggest she had not
taken much time to arrive at any conclusion, she would say, "I cannot help
it, things flash across me." That peculiarity has been passed on to me in
full strength; it has often stood me in good stead; it has sometimes played
me sad tricks, and it has always been a danger. But, after all, if my time
were to come over again, there is nothing I would less willingly part with
than my inheritance of mother wit.
I have next to nothing to say about
my childhood. In later years my mother, looking at me almost reproachfully,
would sometimes say, "Ah! you were such a pretty boy!" whence I had no
difficulty in concluding that I had not fulfilled my early promise in the
matter of looks. In fact, I have a distinct recollection of certain curls of
which I was vain, and of a conviction that I closely resembled that
handsome, courtly gentleman, Sir Herbert Oakley, who was vicar of our parish,
and who was as a god to us country folk, because he was occasionally
visited by the then Prince George of Cambridge. I remember turning my
pinafore wrong side forwards in order to represent a surplice, and preaching
to my mother's maids in the kitchen as nearly as possible in Sir
Herbert's manner one Sunday morning when the rest of the family were at
church. That is the earliest indication I can call to mind of the
strong clerical affinities which my friend Mr. Herbert Spencer has
always ascribed to me, though I fancy they have for the most part remained in
a latent state.
My regular school training was of the briefest,
perhaps fortunately, for though my way of life has made me acquainted with
all sorts and conditions of men, from the highest to the lowest, I
deliberately affirm that the society I fell into at school was the worst I
have ever known. We boys were average lads, with much the same inherent
capacity for good and evil as any others; but the people who were set over us
cared about as much for our intellectual and moral welfare as if they
were baby-farmers. We were left to the operation of the struggle
for existence among ourselves, and bullying was the least of the
ill practices current among us. Almost the only cheerful reminiscence
in connection with the place which arises in my mind is that of a battle
I had with one of my classmates, who had bullied me until I could stand
it no longer. I was a very slight lad, but there was a wild-cat element
in me which, when roused, made up for lack of weight, and I licked
my adversary effectually. However, one of my first experiences of
the extremely rough-and-ready nature of justice, as exhibited by the
course of things in general, arose out of the fact that I--the victor--had
a black eye, while he--the vanquished--had none, so that I got
into disgrace and he did not. We made it up, and thereafter I was
unmolested. One of the greatest shocks I ever received in my life was to be
told a dozen years afterwards by the groom who brought me my horse in
a stable-yard in Sydney that he was my quondam antagonist. He had a
long story of family misfortune to account for his position, but at that
time it was necessary to deal very cautiously with mysterious strangers
in New South Wales, and on inquiry I found that the unfortunate young
man had not only been "sent out," but had undergone more than one
colonial conviction.
As I grew older, my great desire was to be a
mechanical engineer, but the fates were against this, and, while very young,
I commenced the study of medicine under a medical brother-in-law. But, though
the Institute of Mechanical Engineers would certainly not own me, I am
not sure that I have not all along been a sort of mechanical engineer
_in partibus infidelium_. I am now occasionally horrified to think how
very little I ever knew or cared about medicine as the art of healing.
The only part of my professional course which really and deeply
interested me was physiology, which is the mechanical engineering of
living machines; and, notwithstanding that natural science has been my
proper business, I am afraid there is very little of the genuine naturalist
in me. I never collected anything, and species work was always a burden
to me; what I cared for was the architectural and engineering part of
the business, the working out the wonderful unity of plan in the
thousands and thousands of diverse living constructions, and the
modifications of similar apparatuses to serve diverse ends. The extraordinary
attraction I felt towards the study of the intricacies of living structure
nearly proved fatal to me at the outset. I was a mere boy--I think
between thirteen and fourteen years of age--when I was taken by some
older student friends of mine to the first _post-mortem_ examination I
ever attended. All my life I have been most unfortunately sensitive to
the disagreeables which attend anatomical pursuits, but on this occasion
my curiosity overpowered all other feelings, and I spent two or three
hours in gratifying it. I did not cut myself, and none of the
ordinary symptoms of dissection-poison supervened, but poisoned I was
somehow, and I remember sinking into a strange state of apathy. By way of a
last chance, I was sent to the care of some good, kind people, friends of
my father's, who lived in a farmhouse in the heart of Warwickshire.
I remember staggering from my bed to the window on the bright
spring morning after my arrival, and throwing open the casement. Life seemed
to come back on the wings of the breeze, and to this day the faint odour
of wood-smoke, like that which floated across the farm-yard in the
early morning, is as good to me as the "sweet south upon a bed of violets."
I soon recovered, but for years I suffered from occasional paroxysms
of internal pain, and from that time my constant friend,
hypochondriacal dyspepsia, commenced his half century of co-tenancy of my
fleshly tabernacle.
Looking back on my "Lehrjahre," I am sorry to say
that I do not think that any account of my doings as a student would tend to
edification. In fact, I should distinctly warn ingenuous youth to avoid
imitating my example. I worked extremely hard when it pleased me, and when it
did not--which was a very frequent case--I was extremely idle (unless
making caricatures of one's pastors and masters is to be called a branch
of industry), or else wasted my energies in wrong directions. I
read everything I could lay hands upon, including novels, and took up
all sorts of pursuits to drop them again quite as speedily. No doubt it
was very largely my own fault, but the only instruction from which I
ever obtained the proper effect of education was that which I received
from Mr. Wharton Jones, who was the lecturer on physiology at the
Charing Cross School of Medicine. The extent and precision of his
knowledge impressed me greatly, and the severe exactness of his method
of lecturing was quite to my taste. I do not know that I have ever felt
so much respect for anybody as a teacher before or since. I worked hard
to obtain his approbation, and he was extremely kind and helpful to
the youngster who, I am afraid, took up more of his time than he had
any right to do. It was he who suggested the publication of my
first scientific paper--a very little one--in the _Medical Gazette_ of
1845, and most kindly corrected the literary faults which abounded in
it, short as it was; for at that time, and for many years afterwards, I
detested the trouble of writing, and would take no pains over it.
It was
in the early spring of 1846, that having finished my obligatory medical
studies and passed the first M.B. examination at the
London University--though I was still too young to qualify at the College
of Surgeons--I was talking to a fellow-student (the present
eminent physician, Sir Joseph Fayrer), and wondering what I should do to
meet the imperative necessity for earning my own bread, when my
friend suggested that I should write to Sir William Burnett, at that
time Director-General for the Medical Service of the Navy, for
an appointment. I thought this rather a strong thing to do, as Sir
William was personally unknown to me, but my cheery friend would not listen
to my scruples, so I went to my lodgings and wrote the best letter I
could devise. A few days afterwards I received the usual official circular
of acknowledgment, but at the bottom there was written an instruction
to call at Somerset House on such a day. I thought that looked
like business, so at the appointed time I called and sent in my card, while
I waited in Sir William's ante-room. He was a tall, shrewd-looking
old gentleman, with a broad Scotch accent--and I think I see him now as
he entered with my card in his hand. The first thing he did was to
return it, with the frugal reminder that I should probably find it useful
on some other occasion. The second was to ask whether I was an Irishman.
I suppose the air of modesty about my appeal must have struck him.
I satisfied the Director-General that I was English to the backbone,
and he made some inquiries as to my student career, finally desiring me
to hold myself ready for examination. Having passed this, I was in
Her Majesty's Service, and entered on the books of Nelson's old ship,
the _Victory_, for duty at Haslar Hospital, about a couple of months after
I made my application.
My official chief at Haslar was a very
remarkable person, the late Sir John Richardson, an excellent naturalist, and
far-famed as an indomitable Arctic traveller. He was a silent, reserved man,
outside the circle of his family and intimates; and, having a full share of
youthful vanity, I was extremely disgusted to find that "Old John," as
we irreverent youngsters called him, took not the slightest notice of
my worshipful self either the first time I attended him, as it was my
duty to do, or for some weeks afterwards. I am afraid to think of the
lengths to which my tongue may have run on the subject of the churlishness
of the chief, who was, in truth, one of the kindest-hearted and
most considerate of men. But one day, as I was crossing the hospital
square, Sir John stopped me, and heaped coals of fire on my head by telling
me that he had tried to get me one of the resident appointments,
much coveted by the assistant-surgeons, but that the Admiralty had put
in another man. "However," said he, "I mean to keep you here till I can
get you something you will like," and turned upon his heel without
waiting for the thanks I stammered out. That explained how it was I had not
been packed off to the West Coast of Africa like some of my juniors, and
why, eventually, I remained altogether seven months at Haslar.
After a
long interval, during which "Old John" ignored my existence almost as
completely as before, he stopped me again as we met in a casual way, and
describing the service on which the _Rattlesnake_ was likely to be employed,
said that Captain Owen Stanley, who was to command the ship, had asked him to
recommend an assistant surgeon who knew something of science; would I like
that? Of course I jumped at the offer. "Very well, I give you leave; go to
London at once and see Captain Stanley." I went, saw my future commander, who
was very civil to me, and promised to ask that I should be appointed to his
ship, as in due time I was. It is a singular thing that, during the few
months of my stay at Haslar, I had among my messmates two future
Directors-General of the Medical Service of the Navy (Sir Alexander Armstrong
and Sir John Watt-Reid), with the present President of the College of
Physicians and my kindest of doctors, Sir Andrew Clark.
Life on board
Her Majesty's ships in those days was a very different affair from what it is
now, and ours was exceptionally rough, as we were often many months without
receiving letters or seeing any civilised people but ourselves. In exchange,
we had the interest of being about the last voyagers, I suppose, to whom it
could be possible to meet with people who knew nothing of fire-arms--as we
did on the south Coast of New Guinea--and of making acquaintance with a
variety of interesting savage and semi-civilised people. But, apart from
experience of this kind and the opportunities offered for scientific work, to
me, personally, the cruise was extremely valuable. It was good for me
to live under sharp discipline; to be down on the realities of existence
by living on bare necessaries; to find out how extremely well worth
living life seemed to be when one woke up from a night's rest on a soft
plank, with the sky for canopy and cocoa and weevilly biscuit the sole
prospect for breakfast; and, more especially, to learn to work for the sake
of what I got for myself out of it, even if it all went to the bottom and
I along with it. My brother officers were as good fellows as sailors
ought to be and generally are, but, naturally, they neither knew nor
cared anything about my pursuits, nor understood why I should be so zealous
in pursuit of the objects which my friends, the middies,
christened "Buffons," after the title conspicuous on a volume of the "Suites
a Buffon," which stood on my shelf in the chart room.
During the four
years of our absence, I sent home communication after communication to the
"Linnean Society;" with the same result as that obtained by Noah when he sent
the raven out of his ark. Tired at last of hearing nothing about them, I
determined to do or die, and in 1849 I drew up a more elaborate paper and
forwarded it to the Royal Society. This was my dove, if I had only known it.
But owing to the movements of the ship, I heard nothing of that either until
my return to England in the latter end of the year 1850, when I found that it
was printed and published, and that a huge packet of separate copies awaited
me. When I hear some of my young friends complain of want of sympathy
and encouragement, I am inclined to think that my naval life was not
the least valuable part of my education.
Three years after my return
were occupied by a battle between my scientific friends on the one hand and
the Admiralty on the other, as to whether the latter ought, or ought not, to
act up to the spirit of a pledge they had given to encourage officers who had
done scientific work by contributing to the expense of publishing mine. At
last the Admiralty, getting tired, I suppose, cut short the discussion
by ordering me to join a ship, which thing I declined to do, and
as Rastignac, in the "Pere Goriot," says to Paris, I said to London,
"_a nous deux_." I desired to obtain a Professorship of either Physiology
or Comparative Anatomy, and as vacancies occurred I applied, but in
vain. My friend, Professor Tyndall, and I were candidates at the same time,
he for the Chair of Physics and I for that of Natural History in
the University of Toronto, which, fortunately, as it turned out, would
not look at either of us. I say fortunately, not from any lack of
respect for Toronto, but because I soon made up my mind that London was
the place for me, and hence I have steadily declined the inducements
to leave it, which have at various times been offered. At last, in 1854,
on the translation of my warm friend Edward Forbes, to Edinburgh, Sir
Henry De la Beche, the Director-General of the Geological Survey, offered
me the post Forbes vacated of Paleontologist and Lecturer on
Natural History. I refused the former point blank, and accepted the latter
only provisionally, telling Sir Henry that I did not care for fossils,
and that I should give up Natural History as soon as I could get
a physiological post. But I held the office for thirty-one years, and
a large part of my work has been paleontological.
At that time I
disliked public speaking, and had a firm conviction that I should break down
every time I opened my mouth. I believe I had every fault a speaker could
have (except talking at random or indulging in rhetoric), when I spoke to the
first important audience I ever addressed, on a Friday evening: at the Royal
Institution, in 1852. Yet, I must confess to having been guilty, _malgre
moi_, of as much public speaking as most of my contemporaries, and for the
last ten years it ceased to be so much of a bugbear to me. I used to pity
myself for having to go through this training, but I am now more disposed
to compassionate the unfortunate audiences, especially my
ever-friendly hearers at the Royal Institution, who were the subjects of my
oratorical experiments.
The last thing that it would be proper for me
to do would be to speak of the work of my life, or to say at the end of the
day whether I think I have earned my wages or not. Men are said to be partial
judges of themselves. Young men may be; I doubt if old men are. Life
seems terribly foreshortened as they look back, and the mountain they
set themselves to climb in youth turns out to be a mere spur of
immeasurably higher ranges when, with failing breath, they reach the top. But
if I may speak of the objects I have had more or less definitely in
view since I began the ascent of my hillock, they are briefly these:
To promote the increase of natural knowledge and to forward the
application of scientific methods of investigation to all the problems of
life to the best of my ability, in the conviction which has grown with my
growth and strengthened with my strength, that there is no alleviation for
the sufferings of mankind except veracity of thought and of action, and
the resolute facing of the world as it is when the garment of
make-believe by which pious hands have hidden its uglier features is stripped
off.
It is with this intent that I have subordinated any reasonable,
or unreasonable, ambition for scientific fame which I may have
permitted myself to entertain to other ends; to the popularisation of
science; to the development and organisation of scientific education; to
the endless series of battles and skirmishes over evolution; and to
untiring opposition to that ecclesiastical spirit, that clericalism, which
in England, as everywhere else, and to whatever denomination it may
belong, is the deadly enemy of science.
In striving for the attainment
of these objects, I have been but one among many, and I shall be well content
to be remembered, or even not remembered, as such. Circumstances, among which
I am proud to reckon the devoted kindness of many friends, have led to my
occupation of various prominent positions, among which the Presidency of the
Royal Society is the highest. It would be mock modesty on my part, with these
and other scientific honours which have been bestowed upon me, to pretend
that I have not succeeded in the career which I have followed, rather because
I was driven into it than of my own free will; but I am afraid I
should not count even these things as marks of success if I could not hope
that I had somewhat helped that movement of opinion which has been called
the New Reformation.
LECTURES AND ESSAYS
LECTURES
ON EVOLUTION
[NEW YORK; 1876]
I
THE THREE HYPOTHESES
RESPECTING THE HISTORY OF NATURE
We live in and form part of a system of
things of immense diversity and perplexity, which we call Nature; and it is a
matter of the deepest interest to all of us that we should form just
conceptions of the constitution of that system and of its past history. With
relation to this universe, man is, in extent, little more than a mathematical
point; in duration but a fleeting shadow; he is a mere reed shaken in the
winds of force. But as Pascal long ago remarked, although a mere reed, he is
a thinking reed; and in virtue of that wonderful capacity of thought,
he has the power of framing for himself a symbolic conception of
the universe, which, although doubtless highly imperfect and inadequate as
a picture of the great whole, is yet sufficient to serve him as a
chart for the guidance of his practical affairs. It has taken long ages
of toilsome and often fruitless labour to enable man to look steadily
at the shifting scenes of the phantasmagoria of Nature, to notice what
is fixed among her fluctuations, and what is regular among her
apparent irregularities; and it is only comparatively lately, within the last
few centuries, that the conception of a universal order and of a
definite course of things, which we term the course of Nature, has
emerged.
But, once originated, the conception of the constancy of the
order of Nature has become the dominant idea of modern thought. To any person
who is familiar with the facts upon which that conception is based, and
is competent to estimate their significance, it has ceased to
be conceivable that chance should have any place in the universe, or
that events should depend upon any but the natural sequence of cause
and effect. We have come to look upon the present as the child of the
past and as the parent of the future; and, as we have excluded chance from
a place in the universe, so we ignore, even as a possibility, the
notion of any interference with the order of Nature. Whatever may be
men's speculative doctrines, it is quite certain that every intelligent
person guides his life and risks his fortune upon the belief that the order
of Nature is constant, and that the chain of natural causation is
never broken.
In fact, no belief which we entertain has so complete a
logical basis as that to which I have just referred. It tacitly underlies
every process of reasoning; it is the foundation of every act of the will. It
is based upon the broadest induction, and it is verified by the most
constant, regular, and universal of deductive processes. But we must
recollect that any human belief, however broad its basis, however defensible
it may seem, is, after all, only a probable belief, and that our widest
and safest generalisations are simply statements of the highest degree
of probability. Though we are quite clear about the constancy of the
order of Nature, at the present time, and in the present state of things,
it by no means necessarily follows that we are justified in expanding
this generalisation into the infinite past, and in denying, absolutely,
that there may have been a time when Nature did not follow a fixed
order, when the relations of cause and effect were not definite, and
when extra-natural agencies interfered with the general course of
Nature. Cautious men will allow that a universe so different from that which
we know may have existed; just as a very candid thinker may admit that
a world in which two and two do not make four, and in which two
straight lines do inclose a space, may exist. But the same caution which
forces the admission of such possibilities demands a great deal of
evidence before it recognises them to be anything more substantial. And when
it is asserted that, so many thousand years ago, events occurred in
a manner utterly foreign to and inconsistent with the existing laws
of Nature, men who without being particularly cautious are simply
honest thinkers, unwilling to deceive themselves or delude others, ask
for trustworthy evidence of the fact.
Did things so happen or did they
not? This is a historical question, and one the answer to which must be
sought in the same way as the solution of any other historical
problem.
* * * * *
So far as I
know, there are only three hypotheses which ever have been entertained, or
which well can be entertained, respecting the past history of Nature. I will,
in the first place, state the hypotheses, and then I will consider what
evidence bearing upon them is in our possession, and by what light of
criticism that evidence is to be interpreted.
Upon the first
hypothesis, the assumption is, that phenomena of Nature similar to those
exhibited by the present world have always existed; in other words, that the
universe has existed, from all eternity, in what may be broadly termed its
present condition.
The second hypothesis is that the present state of
things has had only a limited duration; and that, at some period in the past,
a condition of the world, essentially similar to that which we now know, came
into existence, without any precedent condition from which it could
have naturally proceeded. The assumption that successive states of
Nature have arisen, each without any relation of natural causation to
an antecedent state, is a mere modification of this second
hypothesis.
The third hypothesis also assumes that the present state of
things has had but a limited duration; but it supposes that this state has
been evolved by a natural process from an antecedent state, and that
from another, and so on; and, on this hypothesis, the attempt to assign
any limit to the series of past changes is, usually, given up.
It is
so needful to form clear and distinct notions of what is really meant by each
of these hypotheses that I will ask you to imagine what, according to each,
would have been visible to a spectator of the events which constitute the
history of the earth. On the first hypothesis, however far back in time that
spectator might be placed, he would see a world essentially, though perhaps
not in all its details, similar to that which now exists. The animals which
existed would be the ancestors of those which now live, and similar to them;
the plants, in like manner, would be such as we know; and the mountains,
plains, and waters would foreshadow the salient features of our present land
and water. This view was held more or less distinctly, sometimes combined
with the notion of recurrent cycles of change, in ancient times; and
its influence has been felt down to the present day. It is worthy of
remark that it is a hypothesis which is not inconsistent with the doctrine
of Uniformitarianism, with which geologists are familiar. That doctrine
was held by Hutton, and in his earlier days by Lyell. Hutton was struck
by the demonstration of astronomers that the perturbations of the
planetary bodies, however great they may be, yet sooner or later right
themselves; and that the solar system possesses a self-adjusting power by
which these aberrations are all brought back to a mean condition.
Hutton imagined that the like might be true of terrestrial changes; although
no one recognised more clearly than he the fact that the dry land is
being constantly washed down by rain and rivers and deposited in the sea;
and that thus, in a longer or shorter time, the inequalities of the
earth's surface must be levelled, and its high lands brought down to the
ocean. But, taking into account the internal forces of the earth,
which, upheaving the sea bottom, give rise to new land, he thought that
these operations of degradation and elevation might compensate each other;
and that thus, for any assignable time, the general features of our
planet might remain what they are. And inasmuch as, under these
circumstances, there need be no limit to the propagation of animals and
plants, it is clear that the consistent working-out of the uniformitarian
idea might lead to the conception of the eternity of the world. Not that I
mean to say that either Hutton or Lyell held this conception--assuredly
not; they would have been the first to repudiate it. Nevertheless,
the logical development of some of their arguments tends directly
towards this hypothesis.
The second hypothesis supposes that the
present order of things, at some no very remote time, had a sudden origin,
and that the world, such as it now is, had chaos for its phenomenal
antecedent. That is the doctrine which you will find stated most fully and
clearly in the immortal poem of John Milton--the English _Divina
Commedia_--"Paradise Lost." I believe it is largely to the influence of that
remarkable work, combined with the daily teachings to which we have all
listened in our childhood, that this hypothesis owes its general wide
diffusion as one of the current beliefs of English-speaking people. If you
turn to the seventh book of "Paradise Lost," you will find there stated the
hypothesis to which I refer, which is briefly this: That this visible
universe of ours came into existence at no great distance of time from the
present; and that the parts of which it is composed made their appearance, in
a certain definite order, in the space of six natural days, in such
a manner that, on the first of these days, light appeared; that, on
the second, the firmament, or sky, separated the waters above, from
the waters beneath, the firmament; that, on the third day, the waters
drew away from the dry land, and upon it a varied vegetable life, similar
to that which now exists, made its appearance; that the fourth day
was signalised by the apparition of the sun, the stars, the moon, and
the planets; that, on the fifth day, aquatic animals originated within
the waters; that, on the sixth day, the earth gave rise to our
four-footed terrestrial creatures, and to all varieties of terrestrial
animals except birds, which had appeared on the preceding day; and,
finally, that man appeared upon the earth, and the emergence of the universe
from chaos was finished. Milton tells us, without the least ambiguity, what
a spectator of these marvellous occurrences would have witnessed. I
doubt not that his poem is familiar to all of you, but I should like to
recall one passage to your minds, in order that I may be justified in what
I have said regarding the perfectly concrete, definite, picture of
the origin of the animal world which Milton draws. He says:--
"The
sixth, and of creation last, arose With evening harps and matin, when God
said, 'Let the earth bring forth soul living in her kind, Cattle
and creeping things, and beast of the earth, Each in their kind!' The
earth obeyed, and, straight Opening her fertile womb, teemed at a
birth Innumerous living creatures, perfect forms, Limbed and
full-grown. Out of the ground uprose, As from his lair, the wild beast,
where he wons In forest wild, in thicket, brake, or den; Among the
trees in pairs they rose, they walked; The cattle in the fields and
meadows green; Those rare and solitary; these in flocks Pasturing
at once, and in broad herds upsprung. The grassy clods now calved; now
half appears The tawny lion, pawing to get free His hinder
parts--then springs, as broke from bonds, And rampant shakes his brinded
mane; the ounce, The libbard, and the tiger, as the mole Rising,
the crumbled earth above them threw In hillocks; the swift stag from
underground Bore up his branching head; scarce from his
mould Behemoth, biggest born of earth, upheaved His vastness;
fleeced the flocks and bleating rose As plants; ambiguous between sea and
land, The river-horse and scaly crocodile. At once came forth
whatever creeps the ground, Insect or worm.
There is no doubt as
to the meaning of this statement, nor as to what a man of Milton's genius
expected would have been actually visible to an eye-witness of this mode of
origination of living things.
The third hypothesis, or the hypothesis of
evolution, supposes that, at any comparatively late period of past time, our
imaginary spectator would meet with a state of things very similar to that
which now obtains; but that the likeness of the past to the present
would gradually become less and less, in proportion to the remoteness of
his period of observation from the present day; that the
existing distribution of mountains and plains, of rivers and seas, would
show itself to be the product of a slow process of natural change
operating upon more and more widely different antecedent conditions of the
mineral framework of the earth; until, at length, in place of that framework,
he would behold only a vast nebulous mass, representing the constituents
of the sun and of the planetary bodies. Preceding the forms of life
which now exist, our observer would see animals and plants, not identical
with them, but like them, increasing their differences with their
antiquity and, at the same time, becoming simpler and simpler; until,
finally, the world of life would present nothing but that
undifferentiated protoplasmic matter which, so far as our present knowledge
goes, is the common foundation of all vital activity.
The hypothesis
of evolution supposes that in all this vast progression there would be no
breach of continuity, no point at which we could say "This is a natural
process," and "This is not a natural process;" but that the whole might be
compared to that wonderful operation of development which may be seen going
on every day under our eyes, in virtue of which there arises, out of the
semi-fluid comparatively homogeneous substance which we call an egg, the
complicated organisation of one of the higher animals. That, in a few words,
is what is meant by the hypothesis of evolution.
I have already
suggested that, in dealing with these three hypotheses, in endeavouring to
form a judgment as to which of them is the more worthy of belief, or whether
none is worthy of belief--in which case our condition of mind should be that
suspension of judgment which is so difficult to all but trained
intellects--we should be indifferent to all _a priori_ considerations. The
question is a question of historical fact. The universe has come into
existence somehow or other, and the problem is, whether it came into
existence in one fashion, or whether it came into existence in another; and,
as an essential preliminary to further discussion, permit me to say two or
three words as to the nature and the kinds of historical evidence.
The
evidence as to the occurrence of any event in past time may be ranged under
two heads which, for convenience' sake, I will speak of as testimonial
evidence and as circumstantial evidence. By testimonial evidence I mean human
testimony; and by circumstantial evidence I mean evidence which is not human
testimony. Let me illustrate by a familiar example what I understand by these
two kinds of evidence, and what is to be said respecting their
value.
Suppose that a man tells you that he saw a person strike another
and kill him; that is testimonial evidence of the fact of murder. But it
is possible to have circumstantial evidence of the fact of murder; that
is to say, you may find a man dying with a wound upon his head
having exactly the form and character of the wound which is made by an
axe, and, with due care in taking surrounding circumstances into account,
you may conclude with the utmost certainty that the man has been
murdered; that his death is the consequence of a blow inflicted by another
man with that implement. We are very much in the habit of
considering circumstantial evidence as of less value than testimonial
evidence, and it may be that, where the circumstances are not perfectly clear
and intelligible, it is a dangerous and unsafe kind of evidence; but it
must not be forgotten that, in many cases, circumstantial is quite
as conclusive as testimonial evidence, and that, not unfrequently, it is
a great deal weightier than testimonial evidence. For example, take
the case to which I referred just now. The circumstantial evidence may
be better and more convincing than the testimonial evidence; for it may
be impossible, under the conditions that I have defined, to suppose
that the man met his death from any cause but the violent blow of an
axe wielded by another man. The circumstantial evidence in favour of
a murder having been committed, in that case, is as complete and
as convincing as evidence can be. It is evidence which is open to no
doubt and to no falsification. But the testimony of a witness is open
to multitudinous doubts. He may have been mistaken. He may have
been actuated by malice. It has constantly happened that even an accurate
man has declared that a thing has happened in this, that, or the other
way, when a careful analysis of the circumstantial evidence has shown that
it did not happen in that way, but in some other way.
We may now
consider the evidence in favour of or against the three hypotheses. Let me
first direct your attention to what is to be said about the hypothesis of the
eternity of the state of things in which we now live. What will first strike
you is, that it is a hypothesis which, whether true or false, is not capable
of verification by any evidence. For, in order to observe either
circumstantial or testimonial evidence sufficient to prove the eternity of
duration of the present state of nature, you must have an eternity of
witnesses or an infinity of circumstances, and neither of these is
attainable. It is utterly impossible that such evidence should be carried
beyond a certain point of time; and all that could be said, at most, would
be, that so far as the evidence could be traced, there was nothing to
contradict the hypothesis. But when you look, not to the testimonial
evidence--which, considering the relative insignificance of the antiquity of
human records, might not be good for much in this case--but to
the circumstantial evidence, then you find that this hypothesis
is absolutely incompatible with such evidence as we have; which is of
so plain and simple a character that it is impossible in any way to
escape from the conclusions which it forces upon us.
[Illustration:
FIG. 1.--IDEAL SECTION OF THE CRUST OF THE EARTH.]
You are, doubtless,
all aware that the outer substance of the earth, which alone is accessible to
direct observation, is not of a homogeneous character, but that it is made up
of a number of layers or strata, the titles of the principal groups of which
are placed upon the accompanying diagram. Each of these groups represents a
number of beds of sand, of stone, of clay, of slate, and of various other
materials.
On careful examination, it is found that the materials of
which each of these layers of more or less hard rock are composed are, for
the most part, of the same nature as those which are at present being
formed under known conditions on the surface of the earth. For example,
the chalk, which constitutes a great part of the Cretaceous formation
in some parts of the world, is practically identical in its physical
and chemical characters with a substance which is now being formed at
the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, and covers an enormous area; other beds
of rock are comparable with the sands which are being formed
upon sea-shores, packed together, and so on. Thus, omitting rocks of
igneous origin, it is demonstrable that all these beds of stone, of which
a total of not less than seventy thousand feet is known, have been
formed by natural agencies, either out of the waste and washing of the
dry land, or else by the accumulation of the exuviæ of plants and
animals. Many of these strata are full of such exuviæ--the so-called
"fossils." Remains of thousands of species of animals and plants, as
perfectly recognisable as those of existing forms of life which you meet with
in museums, or as the shells which you pick up upon the sea-beach,
have been imbedded in the ancient sands, or muds, or limestones, just as
they are being imbedded now, in sandy, or clayey, or calcareous
subaqueous deposits. They furnish us with a record, the general nature of
which cannot be misinterpreted, of the kinds of things that have lived
upon the surface of the earth during the time that is registered by
this great thickness of stratified rocks. But even a superficial study
of these fossils shows us that the animals and plants which live at
the present time have had only a temporary duration; for the remains of
such modern forms of life are met with, for the most part, only in
the uppermost or latest tertiaries, and their number rapidly diminishes
in the lower deposits of that epoch. In the older tertiaries, the places
of existing animals and plants are taken by other forms, as numerous
and diversified as those which live now in the same localities, but more
or less different from them; in the mesozoic rocks, these are replaced
by others yet more divergent from modern types; and, in the
palæozoic formations the contrast is still more marked. Thus the
circumstantial evidence absolutely negatives the conception of the eternity
of the present condition of things. We can say, with certainty, that
the present condition of things has existed for a comparatively
short period; and that, so far as animal and vegetable nature are
concerned, it has been preceded by a different condition. We can pursue this
evidence until we reach the lowest of the stratified rocks, in which we lose the
indications of life altogether. The hypothesis of the eternity of the present
state of nature may therefore be put out of court. |
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