More Letters of C.
Darwin_, Vol. II., p. 287).

{159} Emma Darwin, _A Century of Family Letters_, 1915, Vol. II., p.
187.

{161} He was called in 1874 but did not practise.

{162} As a boy he had energetically collected Lepidoptera during the
years 1858-61; the first vague indications of a leaning towards physical
science may perhaps be found in his joining the Sicilian eclipse
expedition, December, 1870--January, 1871. It appears from _Nature_,
December 1, 1870, that George was told off to make sketches of the
Corona.

{163a} _Macmillan's Magazine_, 1872, Vol. XXVI., pp. 410-416.

{163b} _Contemporary Review_, 1873, Vol. XXII., pp. 412-426.

{163c} Not published.

{163d} _Contemporary Review_, 1874, Vol. XXIV., pp. 894-904.

{164a} _Journal of the Statistical Society_, 1875, Vol. XXXVIII., pt.
2, pp. 153-182, also pp. 183-184, and pp. 344-348.

{164b} Probably he heard informally at the end of October what was not
formally determined till November.

{165a} Emma Darwin, _A Century of Family Letters_, 1915, Vol. II., p.
233.

{165b} _Nature_, December 12, 1912.

{165c} It was in 1907 that the Syndics of the Cambridge University Press
asked George to prepare a reprint of his scientific papers, which were
published in five volumes. George was deeply gratified at an honour that
placed him in the same class as Lord Kelvin, Stokes, Cayley, Adams, Clerk
Maxwell, Lord Rayleigh, and other men of distinction.

{166} Thus in 1872 he was in Homburg, 1873 in Cannes, 1874 in Holland,
Belgium, Switzerland and Malta, 1876 in Italy and Sicily.

{167} The voting at University elections is in theory strictly
confidential, but in practice this is unfortunately not always the case.
George records in his diary the names of the five who voted for him and
of the four who supported another candidate. None of the electors are
now living. The election occurred in January, and in June he had the
great pleasure and honour of being re-elected to a Trinity Fellowship.
His daughter, Madame Raverat, writes: "Once, when I was walking with my
father on the road to Madingley village, he told me how he had walked
there on the first Sunday he ever was at Cambridge with two or three
other freshmen; and how, when they were about opposite the old chalk pit,
one of them betted him 20 pounds that he (my father) would never be a
professor of Cambridge University: 'and' said my father, with great
indignation, 'he never paid me.