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being collected and examined, declared the election to have again 
fallen on Mr. Thomas Turner. 
The Election of Six Vice-Presidents, to replace those 
officially defunct, was the next duty devolving upon the Council. 
There appeared, on this occasion, a decided feeling that the choice 
should fall on the oldest, most eminent, and most respected mem- 
bers of the profession, the names of most of whom were, by a mem- 
ber present, proclaimed to the Council, to guide them in their selec- 
tion ; with simply the reservations, that no candidate for Vice- 
President should be a member of Council; and that no person 
ought to gain admission, thereby, into the Council who had alread} 7 
been a Vice-President, but never had attended a meeting. This 
being understood and generally acquiesced in, the ballot was pro- 
ceeded with; when the election was announced by the Chairman 
to have fallen on 
Messrs. Charles Marshall, London. 
John Kent, Bristol. 
Arthur Cherry, London. 
William M’Kenna, Belfast. 
William Ernes, London. 
James Tindal, Glasgow. 
Mr. Gabriel was unanimously re-elected Secretary. 
OBITUARY. 
Death of Mr. Moss. 
On the 10th ult., Mr. Lewis held an inquest at the Coach and 
Horses, touching the death of James Moss, veterinary surgeon, 
which took place under somewhat peculiar circumstances. The 
deceased — whose wife was delivered of her third child only a 
few weeks since — was rapidly establishing himself in a lucra- 
tive business. It appeared from the evidence of Mr. J. M. 
Fisher, builder, residing at Piaistow, that the deceased had been 
called in by Mr. Batty to operate on two horses which had been 
presented to the latter by the Queen. He picked a pimple near 
his mouth after the operation, without taking the precaution of 
washing his hands, never thinking of the virus attending the 
operation. On the Friday before his death, Mr. Fisher accom- 
panied him in a light cart to Blackwall, and on the way he com- 
plained of shooting pains in his head, and witness brought him 
back to Piaistow. On the way home he said, “ I am a dead 
man. I scratched a pimple on my face after operating on the 
horse at Batty’s, and, if the poison has entered, I shall never re- 
