the cossack’s address to his horse. 
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PHYSIOLOGICAL SOCIETY. 
Monday, March 13, 1851. — Mr. Richardson, in the Chair. 
ON THE DEPOSIT OF FAT IN CERTAIN CONDITIONS OF 
THE BODIES OF THE LOWER ANIMALS. 
Dr. Crisp directed the attention of the members of the 
Society to the above fact, which, as far as he knew, had 
before escaped observation. A short time since, a Chilian 
eagle, which had been seventeen years in the Regent’s Park 
Zoological Gardens, died suddenly from the rupture of a 
blood-vessel in the lungs. The bird was in beautiful plumage, 
in good condition, and weighed six pounds and a half. Dr. 
Crisp found the lungs so tuberculated that scarcely a sound 
portion could be seen. Notwithstanding this extensive 
pulmonary lesion, the bird was excessively fat, the flakes 
of fat on the pelvis and abdomen being large and solid. 
Dr. Crisp had met with many instances of a similar kind, 
more especially in birds; but they were not confined to this 
class of animals, for he had seen many examples of fat pigs 
with tuberculated lungs, and he had learned from some 
feeders of cattle that an ox with a damaged lung would often 
make fat faster than a sound animal. Perfect rest, however, 
was necessary, and it should be borne in mind that if the 
thoracic lungs of a bird were diseased, other parts of the 
body would take on a compensatory action. Dr. Crisp 
thought the explanation of the phenomenon in these cases 
was, that the carbon not being eliminated by the lungs 
was converted into fat by its union with hydrogen and 
oxygen. In making a comparison between a pulmonary 
tubercle in man and the lower animals, it is important to 
remember that the latter are not affected with the exhaust- 
ing purulent discharges which generally occur in the human 
species. 
THE COSSACKS ADDRESS TO HIS HORSE. 
(From the ‘Times?) 
We have been favoured with the following spirited trans- 
lation of one of Beranger’s most brilliant odes. Evenwhen 
written, it was not so appropriate as now to the actual 
position of affairs : — 
My noble courser of the waste, true friend to bold Cossack, 
Impatient still for pillage, intrepid to attack, 
Fly where the northern trumpet sounds along the Polar heath. 
And lend beneath thy rider’s form to-day new wings to Death. 
No gold adorns thy saddle, no jewels deck thy rein; 
But gold and gems enrich the foe, and valour all shall gain. 
Then, neigh alond with martial pride, my courser wild and fleet ; 
And trample nations in the dust, and Kings beneath thy feet. 
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