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[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.

What Is There In A Name? It Is Merely An Empty Basket, Until You Put Something Into It.

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.

You Will Be Able To Appreciate The Influence Of Such An Engine On The Future Progress Of Science. I Live In A Country Which Is Incapable Of Estimating It.

The Quantity Of Meaning Compressed Into Small Space By Algebraic Signs, Is Another Circumstance That Facilitates The Reasonings We Are Accustomed To Carry On By Their Aid.