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entreaty of the lady, a servant ventured in to make a kind of bed 
for him. He suddenly darted at him, and dropped and died. 
I will detain you with but one illustration more of the pecu- 
liarity of this delirium. A terrier, ten years old, had been ill, 
and refused all food for three days. On the fourth day, he 
snapped at a cat of which he had been unusually fond, and likewise 
bit three dogs. I was requested to see him. I found him loose 
in the kitchen, and at first refused to go in ; but after observing 
him for a minute or two, I thought that I might venture. He 
had a peculiarly wild and eager look. He turned sharply round 
at the least noise. He often watched the flight of some imagin- 
ary object, and pursued with the utmost fury every fly that he saw. 
He eagerly sniffed about the room, and he examined my legs 
with an eagerness that made me absolutely tremble. He had 
made it up with the cat, and when he was not otherwise em- 
ployed, he was eagerly licking her and the kittens. In the 
excess or derangement of his fondness, he fairly rolled them from 
one end of the kitchen to the other. I requested that he might 
be immediately destroyed. 
Occasionally no Disposition to bite . — It is not every dog 
who, even in the most aggravated state of the disease, shews any 
disposition to bite. The finest and the noblest Newfoundland 
dog that I ever saw became rabid. He was continually watch- 
ing imaginary objects; but he did not snap at them. There was 
no howl — no disposition to bite — he offered himself to be ca- 
ressed, and he was not satisfied except he was shaken by the paw. 
On the second day that I saw him, he watched every passing 
object with peculiar anxiety, and followed with deep attention 
the motions of a horse, his old acquaintance ; but he made no 
effort to escape, nor evinced any disposition to do mischief. I 
went to him, and patted him and coaxed him, and he told me, as 
plainly as looks and actions and a somewhat deepened whine 
could express it, how much he was gratified. I saw him on 
the third day. He was evidently dying — he could not crawl even 
to the door of his kennel; but he did push forward his paw, some 
inch or two, and as I shook it, I felt the tetanic muscular action 
which accompanies the departure of life. 
In my own hospital I have had dogs that did not exhibit the 
slightest disposition to harm living beings. One spaniel I 
particularly recollect, who died as he attempted to crawl towards 
the door of his division of the hospital when I called him by his 
name. 
The poor fellow whom I described in my last lecture as dosed— 
cruelly, perhaps — with the Scutellaria, crushed the butter-boat, 
