Perhaps It Would Be Better

It Can Happen To But Few Philosophers, And But At Distant Intervals, To Snatch A Science, Like Dalton, From The Chaos Of Indefinite Combination, And Binding It In The Chains Of Number, To Exalt It To Rank Amongst The Exact. Triumphs Like These Are Necessarily 'few And Far Between.'

That A Country, [england], Eminently Distinguished For Its Mechanical And Manufacturing Ingenuity, Should Be Indifferent To The Progress Of Inquiries Which Form The Highest Departments Of That Knowledge On Whose More Elementary Truths Its Wealth And Rank Depend, Is A Fact Which Is Well Deserving The Attention Of Those Who Shall Inquire Into The Causes That Influence The Progress Of Nations.

A Young Man Passes From Our Public Schools To The Universities, Ignorant Almost Of The Elements Of Every Branch Of Useful Knowledge.

[in Response To Alfred Tennyson's Poem "vision Of Sin," Which Included The Line "every Moment Dies A Man, Every Moment One Is Born."] If This Were True, The Population Of The World Would Be At A Stand-still. In Truth, The Rate Of Birth Is Slightly In Excess Of Death. I Would Suggest That The Next Edition Of Your Poem Should Read: "every Moment Dies A Man, Every Moment 1 [and] 1/16 Is Born." Strictly Speaking, The Actual Figure Is So Long I Cannot Get It Into A Line, But I Believe The Figure 1 [and] 1/16 Will Be Sufficiently Accurate For Poetry.

Science In England Is Not A Profession: Its Cultivators Are Scarcely Recognised Even As A Class. Our Language Itself Contains No Single Term By Which Their Occupation Can Be Expressed. We Borrow A Foreign Word [savant] From Another Country Whose High Ambition It Is To Advance Science, And Whose Deeper Policy, In Accord With More Generous Feelings, Gives To The Intellectual Labourer Reward And Honour, In Return For Services Which Crown The Nation With Imperishable Renown, And Ultimately Enrich The Human Race.