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IT is known to all the world that science is all but dead in England. By science, of course, we mean that searching after new knowledge which is its own reward, a thing about as different as a thing can be from that other kind of science, which is now not only fashionable, but splendidly lucrative—that “science” which Mr. Gladstone and Mr. Lowe always appeal to with so much pride at the annual dinner of the Civil Engineers—and that other “science” prepared for Jury consumption and the like.
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A Voice from Cambridge . Nature 8, 21–22 (1873). https://doi.org/10.1038/008021a0
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DOI: https://doi.org/10.1038/008021a0