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Editorial: Burial of Charles Darwin (1882)

The men have fought a hard fight, and have come out of the battle not always unstained. Had Darwin died when the attacks upon him were fiercest, his mourners would yet not have had to lament that enmity and anger had soured, or clouded even for an instant, his bright and wholesome mind. Except for the touch of bodily infirmity, which was not all loss, Westminster Abbey has never given its final impress of national veneration to seventy-three years more unsullied by the dints and smoke and fury of life's conflicts as well as more abounding in its victories.
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Editorial: Burial of Charles Darwin (1882)

For the masses the desire to inter at Westminster the remains of a popular hero is the same sentiment which enshrines in a Cathedral the relics of a saint. There is the material instinct that death is not wholly death while the flesh and bones of the genius or the warrior are laid up in the national sanctuary. It is characteristic of the man that when Charles Darwin died no requisition of a place for him within the straitened bounds of the Abbey witnessed to any of these various emotions on his behalf.
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Editorial: Burial of Charles Darwin (1882)

Memories of poets breath about the mighty church, Sciences invokes the aid of imagination no less than poetry. Darwin as he searched imagined. Every microscopic fact his patient eyes unearthed, his fancy caught up and set in its proper niche in a fabric as stately and grand as ever the creative company of Poet's Corner wove from sunbeams and rainbows.
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