Linnaeus.

• Main Author: Warner, Charles Dudley
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• Language: English
• Published: Scholarly Commons 1896
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9077 LINN/EUS (1707-1778)' BY JOHN MUIR SraEygHE immortal Linnaeus—Carl von Lmne — was born in Sweden, * a cold rocky country now famous forever. He was born in @4§?§i the bloom-time of the year, May 13th, 1707; and contemplating this great event, one may easily fancy every living thing dancing and singing and clapping hands for joy. Whether descended from sea-kings and pirates as is most likely, or from fighting Normans or Goths, matters not; for he was a lover sent of God to revive and cheer and bless all mankind. And this h@did in spite of crushing poverty, and all the black brood of disappointments and discouragements that ever beset the onway of genius. His parents were as poor and pious as the parents of great men usually are. He was a naturalist from his birth, and reveled in the bloom of the fields and gardens about his native village of Rashult as naturally as a bee. By his steady, slow-going neighbors he was looked on as one possessed. They did not know what to make of him; neither did his own father and mother. His father, a minister, naturally wished his son to follow in his footsteps, and with commendable self-denial saved money to send young Carl to school with this end in view. But the studies leading to the ministry did not interest the lad, and like other divine boys he was called a dunce. Accordingly, when his father visited the school and anxiously inquired how Carl was getting on, he was bluntly told that the boy was dull, had ho brains, and could never be made into a minister or scholar of any kind. Under these dark circumstances, the best advice the schoolmaster was able to offer the discouraged father was to take away his. boy and make a tailor or a shoemaker of him. Yet this was the boy who was to do the jnost of all for many generations to open men's eyes to see the beauty of God's gardens and the creatures that enliven them'. The real education of Linnaeus began as soon as he could sec. When only four years old he constantly questioned his father about the weeds and flowers around the house. His formal education began at the age of seven, when he was sent to a private school for three years; at the.end of which time he entered another private school at Wexio, In 1719, we are told, he was committed to the care of one Gabriel Hok, a teacher of repute, but who was as unsuccessful as his 9078 LINNAEUS predecessors had been' in his efforts to overcome the lad's distaste for scholastic studies and his seemingly irrational liking for plants. In 1724 he entered the gymnasium, caring for nothing but botany and biology in general,—-which in truth is almost everything. Here he managed to get together some of the books of the few Swedish authors who had written of plants, and over these he laboriously pored. It was' when he was in the gymnasium, at the age of seventeen, that his father was advised to make a tailor or shoemaker of his dullard. The old clergyman, grieved and disappointed at the outcome of twelve years' schooling, met Dr. Rothman, a practitioner of the town, to whom he mentioned his sad case. The doctor, a better judge of human nature than the minister, declared he could end the troubles of both father and son: he offered to board Carl the year that remained of the gymnasium course, and assured his father that though backward in theology, the boy would yet make a name in medicine and natural history. So Carl escaped cobbling, was kindly cared for by the good doctor, given instruction in physiology, and directed to Tournefort's system of botany, the best then in existence. At the age of twenty he went to the University of Lund; and while studying there had the good fortune to lodge at the house of Dr. Stobaeus, who had a museum of minerals, shells, dried plants, and birds, which made the heart of young Linnaeus throb with joy. The learned doctor also had a library to which Carl at length gained access, and from which he got books on natural history, which he read stealthily by night against the rules of the orderly household. And thus genius made its own starry way, uncontrollable as the. tides of the sea. In the summer of 1728 Linnaeus again met his benefactor Rothman, who urged him to leave Lund and go to Upsala, where educational advantages were better. Accordingly, with about forty dollars in his pocket,—all he was to expect from his father,—he set out for the university he was soon to make famous, Of course his little stock of money quickly melted away; and being a stranger, he could earn nothing by teaching. Nearly a year he passed in dire poverty, glad when he could get one hard, meal a day. His worn-out shoes he patched with pasteboard. His eyes were full of plants, but his stomach was achingly empty most of the time.' Only, by chance meals from fellow-students, and others almost as poor as himself, did he manage to keep body and soul together. A course of starvation, it would seem, is a tremendous necessity in the training of Heaven's favorites. During the hunger period, in the autumn of 1729, Linnaeus was one day intently studying a plant in the academical garden, when a venerable minister happened to notice him, and asked what he was 06V39 LINN/EUS 9079 doing,—whether he knew anything about plants, whence he came, etc. This clergyman was Olaf Celsius, professor of theology, who was then writing his (Hierobotanicon.' He was quick to see, as well any naturalist might, that the starved and ragged student was no ordinary fellow. He therefore invited him to his house and fed him. How could he help it ? And later, when he saw Linnaeus's collection of plants and heard him talk about them, he gladly gave him a home. In the University at this time little attention was given to natural history; and it is said that Linnaeus did not hear a single lecture on botany all the time he attended the classes. In 1729 he began to write his wonderful books: first a small one on the sexes of plants, which he showed to his friend Celsius, who in turn showed it to Professor Rudbeck, who knew something of botany. In the following year Rudbeck, who was growing old, appointed Linnaeus his assistant; and the latter was now openly started on his flowery way, lecturing, traveling, and reveling in the wilderness of plants like a bee in a clover-field. He now wrote his celebrated epoch-making ( Systema Naturae. At Amsterdam in Holland he dwelt a year with the famous Professor Boerhaave, and there published his ' Fundamenta Botanical A rich banker by the name of Cliffort wiled him to his magnificent garden at Hartecamp, where he worked and lived like a prince; and there he published his Flora Lapponica,' containing the new genus Linnaea. In 1736 he visited England, and was warmly welcomed by the plants and plant-lovers there. On his return to the Netherlands he completed his 'Genera Plantarum,' which may be regarded as the beginning of the natural systematic botany. This great work was followed in this hot, fertile, high-pressure period by his (Classes Plantarum.* His industry and fertility were truly wonderful. Books came from his brain as from an inexhaustible fountain; and neither pleasure nor pain; praise nor blame, nor the weariness and exhaustion that stop common mortals, could abate one jot his overmastering enthusiasm, or divert him in the least from his glorious course. In 1738 Linnaeus established himself as a physician in Stockholm, and was married there the following year. In 1740 Rudbeck died,, and Linnaeus gained his place as professor of natural history at the University of Upsala, where he had so long and so bravely studied and starved. Thenceforth his life was all congenial work, flowers and sunshine, praise and fame. In 1750, after many other less notable works, he published (Philosophia Botanica, and three years later ( Species Plantarum.) He shone now like a sun; honors of all kinds poured in on him, kings wanted him at their courts, every university wanted him; but he remained true to his own country and his own work, Students from near and far gathered about him. The five 90S0 LINNAEUS hundred at Upsala increased to fifteen hundred, attracted and inspired by his bright-burning love. He lived till 1778. In person he is described as of medium height, with large limbs and wonderful' eyes. If one may judge from the portrait statue erected to his memory in Upsala, his features were beautiful and serene beyond those of most men, and surely beyond those of most statues. Of course plants were studied long before Linnaeus, but mostly as food or medicine; and the collections of living plants were called "physic gardens." Solomon "spake of trees, from the cedar of Lebanon to the hyssop on the wall." The Chaldeans, Egyptians, and Greeks studied botany in some form or other; for the showy multitudes of plant-people could not fail to attract the attention of scholars in every age. About three hundred years before Christ, Theophrastus wrote a ( History of Plants,' in which he described about five hundred species supposed to be useful in medicine. The elder Pliny described about a thousand. But it was not until the sixteenth century that anything noteworthy was done in botany as a science. In 1583 Andreas Caesalpinus, professor of botany at Padua, published a work called (De Plantis,' in which he distributed some one thousand five hundred and twenty plants in fifteen classes, according to the differences of their fruits and flowers, and their being herbaceous or woody. Then came John Ray, an Englishman, who died two years before Linnaeus was born; and who published in 1682 90S 2 LINNAEUS talked. Gray told many a story of his life and work on the Atlantic Allcghanies and in Harvard University; and Hooker told of his travels in the Himalayas, and of his work with Tyndall and Huxley and grand old Darwin. And of course we talked of trees, argued the relationship of varying species, etc.; and I remember that Sir Joseph, who in his long active life had traveled through all the great forests of the world, admitted, in reply to a question of mine, that in grandeur, variety, and beauty, no forest on the. globe rivaled the great coniferous forests of my much-loved Sierra, But it was not what was said in praise of our majestic sequoias and cedars, firs and pines, that was most memorable that night. No: it was what was said of the lowly fragrant namesake of Linnaeus,— Linnaea borealis. After a pause in the flow of our botanic conversation that great night, the like of which was never to be enjoyed by us again (for we soon separated and Gray died), as if speaking suddenly out of another country Gray said, "Muir, why have you not found Linnaea in California? It must be here or hereabouts on the northern boundary of the Sierra. I have heard of it, and have specimens from Washington and Oregon all through these northern woods, and you should have found it here." In reply, I said I had not forgotten Linnaea. "That fragrant little plant, making carpets beneath the cool woods of Canada and around the great lakes, has been a favorite of mine ever since I began to wander. I have found many of its relations and neighbors, high up in the mountain wood's and around the glacier meadows; but Linnaea itself I have not yet found." "Well, nevertheless" said Gray, "the blessed fellow must be living hereabouts no great distance off." Then we let the camp fire die down to a heap of ruby coals, wrapped our blankets about us, and with Linnaea in our minds, fell asleep. Next morning Gray continued his work, on the Shasta flanks, while Hooker and I made an excursion to the westward over'one of the upper valleys of the Sacramento. About noon we came to one of the icy-cold branches of the river, paved with cobblestones; and after we forded it we noticed a green carpet on the bank, made of something we did not at first recognize, for it was not in bloom. Hooker, bestowing a- keen botanic look on it, said " What is that ?" then stooped and plucked a specimen and said, "Isn't that Linnaea? It's awfully like it." Then finding some of the withered flowers, he exclaimed, "It is Linnaea." This was the first time the blessed plant was recognized within the bounds of California; and it would seem that Gray had felt its presence the night before, on the mountain ten miles away. It is a little slender, creeping, trailing evergreen, with oval crenate leaves, tiny thread-like peduncles .standing straight up and dividing into two pedicels at the top, on each of which is hung a delicate, 01**43 LINN/EUS 9083 fragrant white and purple flower. It was at the age of twenty-five that Linnaeus made the most notable of his many long, lonely botanical excursions. He set out from Upsala and wandered afoot or on horseback northward through endless pine and birch woods, tundras, and meadows, and along the shores of countless lakes into Lapland, beyond the Arctic Circle; now wading in spongy bogs, now crossing broad glacier pavements and moraines and smooth ice-burnished bosses of rock, fringed with heathworts and birch: a wonderful journey of forty-six hundred miles, full of exciting experiences and charming plants. He brought back hundreds of specimens new to science, among which was a little fragrant evergreen that he liked the best of all. Soon after his return he handed a specimen of it to his friend Gronovius, pointed out its characters, and requested him to describe it and name it for him; saying that somehow he felt that this little plant was related to him and like him. So it was called Linnaea borealis, and keeps his memory green and flowery and fragrant all round the cool woods of the world. Only last summer, when I was in the wildest part of the Rocky Mountains, where glaciers still linger and waterfalls like ribbons hang down the unscalable cliffs, I found Linnaea spreading and blooming in glorious exuberance far and wide over mossy ground, beneath •' spruce and pine,— the wildest and the gentlest, the most beautiful and most loveful of all the inhabitants of the wilderness. Wherever' Linnaea dwells, you will find enchanting woods and the dearest of the small plant-people,— chiogenes, Clintonia, orchids, heathworts, and hosts of bright mosses wearing golden crowns. No breath of malaria comes near Linnaea. The air and the scenery arc always good enough for gods or men, and a divine charm pervades it that no mortal can escape. In Linnaean woods I always feel willing to encamp forever and forego even heaven. Never was man's memory more blessedly embalmed than is the memory of immortal Linnaeus in this little j flower, All around the cool ends of the world, while wild beauty endures, the devout pilgrim will see — " — beneath dim aisles in odorous beds, The slight Linnaea hang its twin-born heads, And bless the monument of the man of flowers, Which breathes his sweet fame through the northern bowers." https://scholarlycommons.pacific.edu/jmb/1224/thumbnail.jpg