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work well, and all that, could be the means of infecting any 
animal. In order, I suppose, to test my sincerity, the butter- 
man on the quay, sent the pony to my establishment to get 
him shod. When I found the pony was in the forge, I 
desired he should be taken away, and never be brought 
upon the premises again. Some people, on the quay, com- 
plained that a glandered pony was allowed to mingle with 
other horses. No notice was taken of this, as the officials 
do not appear to have any instruction in such cases ; and to 
set everything at rest, the butter-merchant took the pony to 
a veterinarian, who gave a written certificate to the effect that 
the pony was not glandered . Such is the way things are done 
here. 
A short time since, a nobleman told me he was offered a 
pony, and, describing him, I cautioned him, repeating what 
had taken place with reference to the case. This nobleman 
told the owner what I had said, and so on, but up to the 
present moment he is perfectly assured of the non-contagious 
properties of the excreted matter about the nose of his pony. 
And I do not wonder at it, holding, as he does, a certificate, 
setting forth that the pony is free from disease. 
A second case analogous to this occurred at a more re- 
cent date, viz., in the month of December last. I was 
directed to examine an aged mule, said to be labouring under 
a cold and cough, when I found it was frightfully glandered, 
and recommended the owner to have her destroyed imme- 
diately. 
In the course of a week, the owner, a most respectable 
merchant in this town, called to inquire if I thought his 
mule was really glandered ? I replied, there could be no 
doubt upon the case. He said, “ I have been informed, you 
made a mistake about a pony, and I thought,” said he, “ it 
was just possible you might have made a similar mistake 
now.” I, of course, thanked him for his politeness, and re- 
ferred him to the notes I had made respecting the pony and 
ass. At this, he seemed convinced that no error was made ; 
and then he told me, how the mule had been treated by a 
farrier belonging to the Artillery Corps then stationed in 
Waterford Barracks, and that in order to do the utmost for 
the mule, the soldier had engaged a stable almost adjoining 
the barracks, where it was kept while under treatment. The 
farrier said, in three days more (I suppose the charm had 
not time to act), he should be in a position to give a decision 
upon the case. I need not state, the owner of the mule in- 
stantly gave orders to have it destroyed. Prior to this, I 
went in search of her, and found a knacker had purchased 
