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JOURNAL OF SCIENCE.

EDITED BY

JAMES SAMUELSON

AND

WILLIAM CROOKES, F.R.S.

VOLUME I.

With Illustrations on Copper, lood, and Stone.

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LONDON: PRINTED BY W. CLOWES AND SONS, STAMFORD STREET,

AND CHARING CROSS.

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THE QUARTERLY

JOURNAL OF SCIENCE.

JANUARY, 1864.

INTRODUCTION.

THE readers of a new Periodical are fairly entitled to receive at the hands of its projectors, not only a statement of the grounds upon which it has been established, but also some exposition of its intended scope and objects.

The word "some" is here designedly used, for it is not improbable that a work of this description, professing to keep pace with the advancing intelligence of mankind, and even, should opportunities present themselves, to serve as a pioneer of progress, may in the course of time become so modified as materially to change its character. And as we are fortunately not trammelled by those conditions which in the commercial world frequently place limits upon a project when it is first set on foot, we shall reserve to ourselves the right of introducing amendments, or of supplying deficiencies as our work proceeds, adopting the old proverb that " Times change, and with them we shall change also." As this may appear a somewhat vague announcement of our plans, we will shortly conduct our readers to a standpoint from whence they may obtain a survey of the field of our intended labours, and in the meantime we would invite them to follow us in a few reflections which have been the cause of our venturing, at this particular period, into the ranks of literature.

How does it happen that from the earliest ages of the historic record, Art has been a favoured offspring of the human intellect, the spoiled child of man, whilst to Science he has been but a sorry stepfather? In his rudest stages, he wooed her favour, painting his own skin if he could paint nought else, and in the palmy days of his early civilization he raised her upon a pedestal from which she never descended, although in the dark ages that followed, her figure was for the time obscured. Not so with Science. Her youthful steps have always been watched with jealousy and suspicion, and instead of guidance and support, every obstacle has been thrown in her path, her grandest revelations being

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