Royal Society of Sciences and Letters in Gothenburg

The Royal Society of Sciences and Letters in Gothenburg or Kungl. Vetenskaps- och Vitterhetssamhället i Göteborg is one of the Royal Academies in Sweden. It was founded in the 1760s in Gothenburg, and given Royal Charter in 1778 by Gustav III of Sweden.

Swedish Royal Academies
  • Swedish Academy
  • Arts
  • Music
  • Letters, History and Antiquities
  • Sciences
  • Engineering Sciences
  • Agriculture and Forestry
  • War Sciences
  • Naval Sciences
  • Royal Society of Sciences in Uppsala
  • Royal Physiographic Society in Lund
  • Royal Society of Sciences and Letters in Gothenburg


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