Memorabilia Mathematica; or, the Philomath's Quotation-Book
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Memorabilia Mathematica; or, the Philomath's Quotation-Book
Mathematics; Mathematics -- Quotations, maxims, etc.
=1743.= If we consider the beauty of the theorem [Sylvester’s
Theorem on Newton’s Rule for the Discovery of Imaginary Roots]
which has now been expounded, the interest which belongs to the
rule associated with the great name of Newton, and the long lapse
of years during which the reason and extent of that rule remained
undiscovered by mathematicians, among whom Maclaurin, Waring and
Euler are explicitly included, we must regard Professor
Sylvester’s investigations made to the Theory of Equations in
modern times, justly to be ranked with those of Fourier, Sturm
and Cauchy.--TODHUNTER, I.
_Theory of Equations (London, 1904), p.
250._
=1744.= Considering the remarkable elegance, generality, and
simplicity of the method [Homer’s Method of finding the numerical
values of the roots of an equation], it is not a little
surprising that it has not taken a more prominent place in
current mathematical textbooks.... As a matter of fact, its
spirit is purely arithmetical; and its beauty, which can only be
appreciated after one has used it in particular cases, is of that
indescribably simple kind, which distinguishes the use of
position in the decimal notation and the arrangement of the
simple rules of arithmetic. It is, in short, one of those things
whose invention was the creation of a commonplace.
--CHRYSTAL, GEORGE.
_Algebra (London and Edinburgh, 1893),
Vol. 1, chap. 15, sect. 25._
=1745.= _To a missing member of a family group of terms in an
algebraical formula._
Lone and discarded one! divorced by fate,
Far from thy wished-for fellows--whither art
flown?
Where lingerest thou in thy bereaved estate,
Like some lost star, or buried meteor stone?
Thou mindst me much of that presumptuous one
Who loth, aught less than greatest, to be
great,
From Heaven’s immensity fell headlong down
To live forlorn, self-centred, desolate:
Or who, like Heraclid, hard exile bore,
Now buoyed by hope, now stretched on rack of
fear,
Till throned Astæa, wafting to his ear
Words of dim portent through the Atlantic roar,
Bade him “the sanctuary of the Muse revere
And strew with flame the dust of Isis’
shore.”
--SYLVESTER, J. J.
_Inaugural Lecture, Oxford, 1885;
Nature, Vol. 33, p. 228._
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