Ix PROCEEDINGS. 



sophy" and "cold science" belong to the eighteenth, not 

 to the twentieth century. 



The tints of the rainbow are not less but more beautiful 

 to the physicist because he knows how they come to be there, 

 and why in that particular order. Keats' lament that 

 Newton, by explaining the rainbow, had taken the poetry 

 out of it, means merely that Newton had taken the poetrj^ 

 out of the rainbow for Keats. 



The lily-of-the-valley will smell quite as sweet to me 

 even though I may live to see the day when its odor-producing 

 substance has been identified, extracted, and named b}^ 

 the chemist. The man of science can be as sensitive as the 

 veriest artist in presence of the beaut}^ of coloring or of 

 outline, even although he is able to explain the source or 

 origin of them both. 



The man of science is not the less sensitive to physical 

 beauty which appeals to the senses because he happens 

 also to kkiow of another order of beauty which appeals to 

 the intellect. 



It is some time since true men of science jeered at religion. 

 For, for some of them, what is called "religion" is one more 

 mental phenomenon they are called upon to explain. The 

 complete man of science is not only a poet, he is a reverent 

 poet. The prayer of the lisping child, no less than the 

 profoundest abstraction of the philosopher, is worthy of 

 his study. 



Why is life so vapid for so many? Because they know 

 neither facts nor the explanations of facts. They know not 

 the wonder, the beauty, the richness, or the variety ot Nature's 

 treasures. Culture is too often thought of as a state of 

 mind which is the outcome of a knowledge of some of the 

 expressions of Art; it is very rarely imagined as due to the 

 possession of the scientific temi)orament. But culture is 

 really not so much the result of the possession of knowledge, 



