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THE VETERINARIAN, JANUARY 1, 1856. 
Ne quid falsi dicere audeat, ne quid veri non audeat. 
Cicero. 
THE ANNUAL ADDRESS OF THE EDITORS. 
" Time is dealt out by particles ; and each 
Ere mingled with the streaming sands of life, 
By fate’s inviolable oath is sworn 
Deep silence, where Eternity begins.” 
“ Time is Eternity ; 
Pregnant with all Eternity can give ; 
' Pregnant with all that makes archangels smile. 
Who murders Time, he crushes in the birth 
A power ethereal, only not adored.” 
So rapid is the flight of time it seems but as yester- 
day that, with mingled hopes and fears, we undertook the 
Editorship of this Journal. Nevertheless, the mighty earth 
which we inhabit has since completed its circuit round the 
mightier centre of its attraction, the sun ; and the promised 
seasons have silently passed onwards in succession, adding 
another year to those beyond the flood. Well may we 
exclaim, f How momentous is time !’ The past, the present, 
and the future, constitute its periods. The past) where is it? 
The present is so brief, that while we are thinking rightly to 
employ it, it is gone; and the future is always to come. 
Truly, the sands of the hourglass of time are as precious as 
diamonds, and yet how little are they heeded by us ! An 
eloquent writer of the day has said : 
“ There are three monarchs, the King of the Present, who 
sits on a throne of clouds, with a robe of air, a crown of 
vapour and a shadowy sceptre. He in the centre holds an 
empty dominion over the hours which march from the empire 
of the Future which lieth in the east. From the realm of 
futurity, the unknown monarch of ages to come, sends forth 
the hours one by one, they march before the Lord of the pre- 
sent, and then they vanish into the dominion of the Past. 
Here in the centre I am fixed, and, lo ! my years, like captives 
