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It only seemed natural that this week’s letter happened to be a love letter. Even more fitting is how well it ties in with a letter from a previous publication. Several weeks ago I wrote of a man, Alfred Russel Wallace, who collaborated extensively with Charles Darwin in collecting specimens for and writing about natural selection. After Darwin published his findings, including the hypothesis of evolution, he was involved in a major confrontation with the British clergy who claimed his work was heresy. This confrontation affected Darwin greatly. In 1861, after seeing the toll that the publicity had taken on her husband, Charles’ wife Emma wrote him this love letter with the intent of calming him.


I cannot tell you the compassion I have felt for all your sufferings for these weeks past that you have had so many drawbacks. Nor the gratitude I have felt for the cheerful & affectionate looks you have given me when I know you have been miserably uncomfortable.

My heart has often been too full to speak or take any notice I am sure you know I love you well enough to believe that I mind your sufferings nearly as much as I should my own & I find the only relief to my own mind is to take it as from God’s hand, & to try to believe that all suffering & illness is meant to help us to exalt our minds & to look forward with hope to a future state. When I see your patience, deep compassion for others self command & above all gratitude for the smallest thing done to help you I cannot help longing that these precious feelings should be offered to Heaven for the sake of your daily happiness. But I find it difficult enough in my own case. I often think of the words “Thou shalt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on thee.” It is feeling & not reasoning that drives one to prayer. I feel presumptuous in writing thus to you.

I feel in my inmost heart your admirable qualities & feelings & all I would hope is that you might direct them upwards, as well as to one who values them above every thing in the world. I shall keep this by me till I feel cheerful & comfortable again about you but it has passed through my mind often lately so I thought I would write it partly to relieve my own mind.


-Emma Darwin”