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medical student “ walks the hospital.” Harry Hieover has evi- 
dently both looked and judged for himself, and “ no mistake.” 
We could pick out several more passages from this interesting 
portion of the work, did our limits or our conscience permit us : 
we already, however, begin to blush for our pilferings, and feel we 
ought and must pass rapidly onward, from the middle, whereabouts 
we find ourselves arrived, to the page wherein stand out by them- 
selves, in bold relief from the text, the words 
“The End.” 
We must, however, ere we reach that bourne, have permission 
granted us to make an extract or two, shewing in what estimation 
our craft is held by a man who is the acknowledged Nimrod of his 
day. 
“ Whenever it (bad luck) comes in the shape of a horse falling 
lame or amiss, go yourself with him — or, if in a lady’s case, send 
some friend with him — to the best class of veterinary surgeons: it 
will be the least expense in the end.” 
One more “ illustrative anecdote,” and we will wind up. 
“ I had, within the last month, occasion to put a horse at livery 
for a few days, where the owner of the yard has about twenty 
horses working in street cabs. Observing one of them in a coach- 
house, and guessing illness to have caused him, or rather her, to 
be placed there, in accordance with my usual habit I went to see 
what was the matter. To enlighten me on the subject, an ostler 
came and informed me the mare was ‘ mortal bad this I had sense 
enough to see, without his assurance of the fact ; but, as the acme 
of professional information, he farther told me she was ‘ bad of her 
inside.’ Now, as the unfortunate beast was blowing away like a 
steam boiler, my veterinary knowledge went far enough to draw 
this inference also. 
“ 1 Why, man, ’ said T, * the mare has inflammation of the 
lungs ; I don’t see that any thing proper has been done to relieve 
her. Does any veterinarian attend her! — I suppose not.’ ” 
“ ‘ Oh, yes,’ said my informant, * a young man attends her that 
master has a great opinion of.’ Well he deserves it, thought I; 
observing, ‘ I suppose he is going to do something for her im- 
mediately V ‘ No,’ says the ostler, ‘ he has given her some balls, 
but he says she is sure to die ; so he won’t do nothing else.’ * He 
is quite right,’ said I, ‘ as to her dying, for die she most certainly 
will under her present treatment.’ So ended our conversation. 
