Men of Mathematics (47 page)

It must not be inferred from this isolated example concerning purely mathematical technicalities that Gauss had no appreciation of philosophy. He had. All philosophical advances had a great charm for him, although he often disapproved of the means by which they had been attained. “There are problems,” he said once, “to whose solution I would attach an infinitely greater importance than to those of mathematics, for example touching ethics, or our relation to God, or concerning our destiny and our future; but their solution lies wholly beyond us and completely outside the province of science.”

Ceres was a disaster for mathematics. To understand why she was taken with such devastating seriousness by Gauss we must remember that the colossal figure of Newton—dead for more than seventy years—still overshadowed mathematics in 1801. The “great” mathematicians of the time were those who, like Laplace, toiled to complete the Newtonian edifice of celestial mechanics. Mathematics was still confused with mathematical physics—such as it was then—and mathematical astronomy. The vision of mathematics as an autonomous science which Archimedes saw in the third century before Christ had been lost sight of in the blaze of Newton's splendor, and it was not until the youthful Gauss again caught the vision that mathematics was acknowledged as a science whose first duty is to itself. But that insignificant clod of dirt, the minor planet Ceres, seduced his unparalleled intellect when he was twenty four years of age, just as he was getting well into his stride in those untravelled wildernesses which were to become the empire of modern mathematics.

Ceres was not alone to blame. The magnificent gift for mental arithmetic whose empirical discoveries had given mathematics the
Disquisitiones Arithmeticae
also played a fatal part in the tragedy. His friends and his father, too, were impatient with the young Gauss for not finding some lucrative position now that the Duke had educated him and, having no conception of the nature of the work which made the young man a silent recluse, thought him deranged. Here now at the dawn of the new century the opportunity which Gauss had lacked was thrust at him.

A new planet had been discovered in a position which made it extraordinarily difficult of observation. To compute an orbit from the meager data available was a task which might have exercised Laplace himself. Newton had declared that such problems are among the most difficult in mathematical astronomy. The mere arithmetic necessary to establish an orbit with accuracy sufficient to ensure that Ceres on her whirl round the sun should not be lost to telescopes might well deter an electrically-driven calculating machine even today; but to the young man whose inhuman memory enabled him to dispense with a table of logarithms when he was hard pressed or too lazy to reach for one, all this endless arithmetic—
logistica,
not
arithmetica
—was the sport of an infant.

Why not indulge his dear vice, calculate as he had never calculated before, produce the difficult orbit to the sincere delight and wonderment of the dictators of mathematical fashion and thus make it possible, a year hence, for patient astronomers to rediscover Ceres in the place where the Newtonian law of gravitation decreed that she
must
be found—
if
the law were indeed a law of nature? Why not do all this, turn his back on the insubstantial vision of Archimedes and forget his own unsurpassed discoveries which lay waiting for development in his diary? Why not, in short, be popular? The Duke's generosity, always ungrudged, had nevertheless wounded the young man's pride in its most secret place; honor, recognition, acceptance as a “great” mathematician in the fashion of the time with its probable sequel of financial independence—all these were now within his easy reach. Gauss, the mathematical god of all time, stretched forth his hand and plucked the Dead Sea fruits of a cheap fame in his own young generation.

For nearly twenty years the sublime dreams whose fugitive glimpses the boyish Gauss had pictured with unrestrained joy in his diary lay cold and all but forgotten. Ceres was rediscovered, precisely where the marvellously ingenious and detailed calculations of the
young Gauss had predicted she must be found. Pallas, Vesta, and Juno, insignificant sister planets of the diminutive Ceres were quickly picked up by prying telescopes defying Hegel, and their orbits, too, were found to conform to the inspired calculations of Gauss. Computations which would have taken Euler three days to perform—one such is sometimes said to have blinded him—were now the simple exercises of a few laborious hours. Gauss had prescribed the
method,
the routine. The major part of his own time for nearly twenty years was devoted to astronomical calculations.

But even such deadening work as this could not sterilize the creative genius of a Gauss. In 1809 he published his second masterpiece,
Theoria motus corporum coelestium in sectionibus conicis solem ambientium
(Theory of the Motion of the Heavenly Bodies Revolving round the Sun in Conic Sections), in which an exhaustive discussion of the determination of planetary and cometary orbits from observational data, including the difficult analysis of perturbations, lays down the law which for many years is to dominate computational and practical astronomy. It was great work, but not as great as Gauss was easily capable of had he developed the hints lying neglected in his diary. No essentially new discovery was added to
mathematics
by the
Theoria motus.

Recognition came with spectacular promptness after the rediscovery of Ceres. Laplace hailed the young mathematician at once as an equal and presently as a superior. Some time later when the Baron Alexander von Humboldt (1769-1859), the famous traveller and amateur of the sciences, asked Laplace who was the greatest mathematician in Germany, Laplace replied “Pfaff.” “But what about Gauss?” the astonished Von Humboldt asked, as he was backing Gauss for the position of director at the Göttingen observatory. “Oh,” said Laplace, “Gauss is the greatest mathematician in the world.”

The decade following the Ceres episode was rich in both happiness and sorrow for Gauss. He was not without detractors even at that early stage of his career. Eminent men who had the ear of the polite public ridiculed the young man of twenty four for wasting his time on so useless a pastime as the computation of a minor planet's orbit. Ceres might be the goddess of the fields, but it was obvious to the merry wits that no corn grown on the new planet would ever find its way into the Brunswick market of a Saturday afternoon. No doubt they were right, but they also ridiculed him in the same way thirty years later when he laid the foundations of the mathematical theory
of electromagnetism and invented the electric telegraph. Gauss let them enjoy their jests. He never replied publicly, but in private expressed his regret that men of honor and priests of science could stultify themselves by being so petty. In the meantime he went on with his work, grateful for the honors the learned societies of Europe showered on him but not going out of his way to invite them.

The Duke of Brunswick increased the young man's pension and made it possible for him to marry (October 9, 1805) at the age of twenty eight. The lady was Johanne Osthof of Brunswick. Writing to his old university friend, Wolfgang Bolyai, three days after he became engaged, Gauss expresses his unbelievable happiness. “Life stands still before me like an eternal spring with new and brilliant colors.”

Three children were born of this marriage: Joseph, Minna, and Louis, the first of whom is said to have inherited his father's gift for mental calculations. Johanne died on October 11, 1809, after the birth of Louis, leaving her young husband desolate. His eternal spring turned to winter. Although he married again the following year (August 4, 1810) for the sake of his young children it was long before Gauss could speak without emotion of his first wife. By the second wife, Minna Waldeck, who had been a close friend of the first, he had two sons and a daughter.

According to gossip Gauss did not get on well with his sons, except possibly the gifted Joseph who never gave his father any trouble. Two are said to have run away from home and gone to the United States. As one of these sons is said to have left numerous descendants still living in America, it is impossible to say anything further here, except that one of the American sons became a prosperous merchant in St. Louis in the days of the river boats; both first were farmers in Missouri. With his daughters Gauss was always happy. An exactly contrary legend (vouched for forty years ago by old people whose memories of the Gauss family might be considered trustworthy) to that about the sons asserts that Gauss was never anything but kind to his boys, some of whom were rather wild and caused their distracted father endless anxiety. One would think that the memory of his own father would have made Gauss sympathetic with his sons.

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In 1808 Gauss lost his father. Two years previously he had suffered
an even severer loss in the death of his benefactor under tragic circumstances.

The Duke Ferdinand was not only an enlightened patron of learning and a kindly ruler but a first-rate soldier as well who had won the warm praise of Frederick the Great for his bravery and military brilliance in the Seven Years' War (1756-1763).

At the age of seventy Ferdinand was put in command of the Prussian forces in a desperate attempt to halt the French under Napoleon, after the Duke's mission to St. Petersburg in an effort to enlist the aid of Russia for Germany had failed. The battle of Austerlitz (December 2, 1805) was already history and Prussia found itself forsaken in the face of overwhelming odds. Ferdinand faced the French on their march toward the Saale at Auerstedt and Jena, was disastrously defeated and himself mortally wounded. He turned homeward.

Napoleon the Great here steps on the stage in person at his potbellied greatest. At the time of Ferdinand's defeat Napoleon was quartered at Halle. A deputation from Brunswick waited on the victorious Emperor of all the French to implore his generosity for the brave old man he had defeated. Would the mighty Emperor stretch a point of military etiquette and let his broken enemy die in peace by his own fireside? The Duke, they assured him, was no longer dangerous. He was dying.

It was the wrong time of the month and Napoleon was enjoying one of his womanish tantrums. He not only refused but did so with quite vulgar and unnecessary brutality. Revealing the true measure of himself as a man, Napoleon pointed his refusal with a superfluous vilification of his honorable opponent and a hysterical ridicule of the dying man's abilities as a soldier. There was nothing for the humiliated deputation to do but to try to save their gentle ruler from the disgrace of a death in prison. It does not seem surprising that these same Germans some nine years later fought like methodical devils at Waterloo and helped to topple the Emperor of the French into the ditch.

Gauss at the time was living in Brunswick. His house was on the main highway. One morning in late autumn he saw a hospital wagon hastening by. In it lay the dying Duke on his flight to Altona. With an emotion too deep for words Gauss saw the man who had been more than his own father to him hurried away to die in hiding like a hounded criminal. He said nothing then and but little afterwards, but his friends
noticed that his reserve deepened and his always serious nature became more serious. Like Descartes in his earlier years Gauss had a horror of death, and all his life the passing of a close friend chilled him with a quiet, oppressive dread. Gauss was too vital to die or to witness death. The Duke died in his father's house in Altona on November 10, 1806.

His generous patron dead, it became necessary for Gauss to find some reliable livelihood to support his family. There was no difficulty about this as the young mathematician's fame had now spread to the farthest corners of Europe. St. Petersburg had been angling for him as the logical successor of Euler who had never been worthily replaced after his death in 1783. In 1807 a definite and flattering offer was tendered Gauss. Alexander von Humboldt and other influential friends, reluctant to see Germany lose the greatest mathematician in the world, bestirred themselves, and Gauss was appointed director of the Göttingen Observatory with the privilege—and duty, when necessary—of lecturing on mathematics to university students.

Gauss no doubt might have obtained a professorship of mathematics but he preferred the observatory as it offered better prospects for uninterrupted research. Although it may be too strong to say that Gauss hated teaching, the instruction of ordinary students gave him no pleasure, and it was only when a real mathematician sought him out that Gauss, sitting at a table with his students, let himself go and disclosed the secrets of his methods in his perfectly prepared lessons. But such incentives were regrettably rare and for the most part the students who took up Gauss' priceless time had better have been doing something other than mathematics. Writing in 1810 to his intimate friend the astronomer and mathematician Friedrich Wilhelm Bessel (1784-1846), Gauss says “This winter I am giving two courses of lectures to three students, of whom one is only moderately prepared, the other less than moderately, and the third lacks both preparation and ability. Such are the burdens of a mathematical calling.”

The salary which Göttingen could afford to pay Gauss at the time—the French were then busy pillaging Germany in the interests of good government for the Germans by the French—was modest but sufficient for the simple needs of Gauss and his family. Luxury never attracted the Prince of Mathematicians whose life had been unaffectedly dedicated to science long before he was twenty. As his friend Sartorius von Waltershausen writes, “As he was in his youth, so he
remained through his old age to his dying day, the unaffectedly simple Gauss. A small study, a little work table with a green cover, a standing-desk painted white, a narrow sopha and, after his seventieth year, an arm chair, a shaded lamp, an unheated bedroom, plain food, a dressing gown and a velvet cap, these were so becomingly all his needs.”