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THE editor of NATURE asks me for some personal reminiscences of my father in commemoration of this his centenary birthday. Vivid indeed are those memories across the intervening years; vivid as the afterglow on the mountain peaks above the valley on which night has fallen. Among the wavering, inconsequent recollections of childhood he seems to stand as the ultimate pillar of the house; the power, rarely invoked but irrevocably right, which lay behind the round of daily governance, and, all question of personal affection apart, was hedged round with something of the awe of decision and the majesty of infallible justice. The keen eye, the firm lips which could be severe as well as tender, demanded the wholesome sincerity they offered. I do not believe any one of us seven ever tried to “get round” him, not even (I speak under correction) my youngest sister, who enjoyed, and I fear was sometimes encouraged by us to trade upon, certain privileges as the babe of the family.
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HUXLEY, L. Home Memories. Nature 115, 698–702 (1925). https://doi.org/10.1038/115698a0
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