for the purpose of forming a society for the promotion of analysis.
At that meeting, besides the projectors, there were present Herschel, Peacock, D'Arblay,[1] Ryan,[2] Robinson,[3] Frederick Maule,[4] and several others. We constituted ourselves "The Analytical Society;" hired a meeting-room, open daily; held meetings, read papers, and discussed them. Of course we were much ridiculed by the Dons; and, not being put down, it was darkly hinted that we were young infidels, and that no good would come of us.
In the meantime we quietly pursued our course, and at last resolved to publish a volume of our Transactions. Owing to the illness of one of the number, and to various other circumstances, the volume which was published was entirely contributed by Herschel and myself.
At last our work was printed, and it became necessary to decide upon a title. Recalling the slight imputation which had been made upon our faith, I suggested that the most appropriate title would be—
The Principles of pure D-ism in opposition to the Dot-age of the University.[5]
In thus reviving this wicked pun, I ought at the same time to record an instance of forgiveness unparalleled in history. Fourteen years after, being then at Rome, I accidentally read in Galignani's newspaper the following paragraph, dated Cambridge:—"Yesterday the bells of St Mary rang on the election of Mr. Babbage as Lucasian Professor of Mathematics."
