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... David Brewster thus speaks of that illustrious individual , and of the honours and rewards which were conferred upon him : - * - " Of all the losses which science is occasionally called to sustain , there is none which she so deeply ...
... David Brewster thus speaks of that illustrious individual , and of the honours and rewards which were conferred upon him : - * - " Of all the losses which science is occasionally called to sustain , there is none which she so deeply ...
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... David Brewster , immediately after its publication , took the necessary steps for assembling in some central town of England the cultivators and friends of science from every part of the British Islands . York appeared to him to be the ...
... David Brewster , immediately after its publication , took the necessary steps for assembling in some central town of England the cultivators and friends of science from every part of the British Islands . York appeared to him to be the ...
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... BREWSTER . ” Having submitted this letter to the Council of the Philosophical Society at York , Mr. Phillips was ... David Brewster a report of the favourable reception which his proposal had re- ceived from the Philosophical Society of ...
... BREWSTER . ” Having submitted this letter to the Council of the Philosophical Society at York , Mr. Phillips was ... David Brewster a report of the favourable reception which his proposal had re- ceived from the Philosophical Society of ...
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... David Brewster , Lord Milton , as President of the Philosophical Society of York , was called to the Chair , and addressed the meeting . In his speech , which is published in the Transactions of the Association , he pointed out the ...
... David Brewster , Lord Milton , as President of the Philosophical Society of York , was called to the Chair , and addressed the meeting . In his speech , which is published in the Transactions of the Association , he pointed out the ...
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... David Brewster , Allerly , by Melrose . 2. Milton . 3. W. V. Harcourt , Rev. , Wheldrake . 4. John Robison , Edinburgh . 5. Rod . I. Murchison , London . 6. John Phillips , York . 7. Henry Witham , Edinburgh . 8. James D. Forbes ...
... David Brewster , Allerly , by Melrose . 2. Milton . 3. W. V. Harcourt , Rev. , Wheldrake . 4. John Robison , Edinburgh . 5. Rod . I. Murchison , London . 6. John Phillips , York . 7. Henry Witham , Edinburgh . 8. James D. Forbes ...
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