…Darwin himself was a lover of nature, a collector and sportsman, before he was a man of science. He grew up with the tastes of an English provincial gentleman at a time whn hunting, shooting, and the breeding of horses and dogs formed a staple amusement of upper-class Englishmen. In his father’s unsympathetic words, ” You care for nothing but shooting, dogs, and rat catching, and you will be a disgrace to yourself and all your family.”
Darwin, in fact, belongs to the gallery of famous men whose school days were undistinguished and profitless. After he had shown no more aptitude for medicine, the family profession, than for the classical curriculum of Shrewsbury School, his father prepared wearily to follow the established English custom of bestowing the fool of the family on the Church, and so Darwin was sent up to Cambridge in 1827. He seemed destined to become yet another botanizing Victorian clergyman.
From this he was rescued by an accident which seems almost to have been sent by Providence in a fit of self-destructiveness, for from it was to flow the work which so rudely shook men’s belief in divine superintendence of human affairs. In 1831 H.M.S. Beagle, commissioned by the Admiralty to make a surveying voyage in the southern hemisphere was in need of a naturalist. Darwin was recommended by his friend and mentor J.S. Henslow, Professor of Botany at Cambridge, and after some hesitation, he accepted. He was away for five years….( to be continued)…