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THE VETERINARIAN, JANUARY 1, 1857. 
Ne quid falsi dicere audeat, ne quid veri non audeat. 
Cicero. 
THE ANNUAL ADDRESS OE THE EDITORS. 
“ God’s sand-glass has been shaken — lo ! there falls 
Upon the distressed, upturned brow of Earth, 
Another of the year-grains. It is thus 
Time’s sands increase — how imperceptibly !” 
At this the commencement of the thirtieth volume of our 
Journal, and the third year of our Editorship, it might, 
perhaps, be expected that we should come forth with some 
announcement of alteration or proposed improvement. But 
we feel that we are not called upon to do so ; since the 
support and assurances we have received, while they awaken 
in us grateful feelings, warrant us in believing that what has 
been already done has been approved of. We shall, therefore, 
be content to continue the same plan until we are instructed 
that it would be wise to alter it. Old ruts are something like 
old friends; they are safe, and we do not like to part with 
them ; yet they may be travelled over too long, and become 
worn too deep. This, however, we hope we shall not do as 
we continue our progress. 
The past year has been big with momentous events, sur- 
passing many that have gone before it. At its beginning the 
red arm of war still held aloft its blood-stained banners ; 
“ While pealing shot and mangling shell 
Performed destruction’s bidding well.” 
And the flashing and thundering of the cannon; the crashing 
of the balls and tumbling ruins of the opposing fortress that 
rattled and resounded as they fell, continued without inter- 
mission, till the mighty works were levelled with the ground, 
and 
