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the great Account was simple Mr. Buffon to his/her contemporary English always.
Life, it almost said one century Erasmus Darwin since, it started in very minute
sea forms that gradually acquired fresh powers and the greatest bodies,
then as imperceptibly to turn himself/herself/themselves into different creatures.
Crews, him the remarked, while anticipating his/her descendant, he/she picks up rabbits or
pigeons, and it almost alters them to his/her his/her own desire, from immensely changing
their forms and colours. If men can kill a pouter or a fan tail of
the small common animal, if he can produce a lop-ear of piebald from the brown wild
rabbit, if he can turn Dorkings into Spanish Black, because it is not able
Nature, with longer time to work in, and the lives without end to try with,
produces out all the varieties of vertebrate animals of a terrestrial solo of common ownership
ancestor? It was a daring idea of the doctor of Lichfield--daring, at least,
for the times he lived in--when Sam Johnson was kept a mighty wise man, and
physical speculation that had in him was sideways considered a dangerous
touches of the devil. But the Darwins both a daring people always, and it had the
the courage of their opinions more than the most greater part of men. So equal in Lichfield,
authoritative city as it was, and in the kindly sleepy eighteenth
century, Erasmus Darwin risked him to point out the probability that
quadruped, birds, repent, and men were all the divergent and mere descendants
of an only similar original form, and also that one and the same kind
of living filament is, and you/he/she has been, the cause of the organic life.'
The eighteenth century laughed, clearly. Laughed at all always
reformatory. It said the Dr. Darwin was very intelligent, but really a more anymore
eccentric man. His/her 'Temple of Nature', now, and his/her 'Garden of Botanic,'
it was vastly excellent and fascinating poems--those sweet lines, you know, around
Poor Eliza!--but its zoological theories were clearly built on a
more absurdity and uncertain foundation. In prose, any judicious person was able,