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In the present volume their history is given in 
very interesting detail, which, however, time 
does not permit us to consider. By no means 
all of his views are accepted or acceptable ; 
but in the distinguished professor — now of the 
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and the dead are removed to the rooms above _ 
for dissection and examination. Some of the 
animals are also brought up from time to time 
for vivisection. But in Pasteur’s laboratory 
‘every vivisected dog is a chloroformed dog.’ 
He states very emphati- 
cally, however, that, 
though he ‘‘ would 
never have the courage 
to kill a bird for sport, 
in the cause of science 
he has no scruples.’”’ 
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laboratory and _ offices 
are panniers and boxes, 
some of great size, 
wrapped in straw, and 
containing the carcasses 
of animals (sent from 
all parts of France, and, 
indeed, of the world) 
which have died of va- 
rious diseases. In fact, 
there seems to be a 
regular delivery at the 
KENNELS FOR MAD DOGS. 
Ecole normale, and Membre de 1’Institut — 
we have a very brilliant example of a man of 
science who has finally attained great and de- 
served fame. If its coming was slow, it was 
sure; and scientific men have often had to wait 
for ‘le grand public.’ 
The last chapter of the book describes the 
biological laboratory of the Ecole normale. 
Under Pasteur’s control, its funds have been 
made ample by the liberality both of the goy- 
ernment and of the municipal council of Paris. 
The garden of the old Collége Rollin has been 
placed at his disposal; and here Pasteur has 
provided stables for horses having the glanders, 
sheep-pens for sheep attacked by splenic-fever, 
and kennels for dogs mad with rabies. In 
the cellars beneath his laboratory in the Rue 
d’Ulm dwells a shifting population, a sort of 
unhappy family of animals undergoing experi- 
ment. The author dryly remarks, that the mad 
dogs are not particularly re-assuring to the 
spectator, as they furiously bite the iron bars 
of their cages. While some, however, are 
furious, and given to lugubrious barking, others 
are still unconscious of the fatal germ that is 
developing within them. WHere are families 
of fowls, rabbits, guinea-pigs, and little white 
mice, all destined for inoculation experiments. 
Every morning a tour of inspection is made, 
laboratory, not only 
of these Christmas-like 
hampers, but of small 
tin boxes and carefully 
packed phials, containing such precious gifts, 
by foreign savants, as yellow-fever secretions 
from Brazil, or possibly cholera-germs from 
CAGE FOR A MAD DOG. 
India. Perhaps the most curious sight is the 
large number of glass tubes distributed every- _ 
where through the laboratory. In the solutions — 
contained in the tubes, swarm millions and mil- — 
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