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are happy and proud to see among us. Gentlemen, I will not weaken the 
effect of such a toast by any observations of mine, but I give you, and you 
will drink it with full bumpers, “ The Health of Mr. Turner, and our Vete- 
rinary Authors.” 
Mr. Turner scarcely knew how to reply to the compliments which had 
been paid to him by Mr. Henderson, and the kind, he was going to say en- 
thusiastic manner in which the toast had been given. He might be a plain 
blunt man, but he would always be ready for every good work connected with 
the profession that he practised and loved. He contemplated with unmingled 
satisfaction the onward progress of our art, and he was assured that now, or 
at no distant time, every valuable improvement would be honestly and effi- 
ciently adopted. 
“The Veterinary Authors” had been coupled with this toast. He was an 
author — he hoped that the subjects on which he had treated were not alto- 
gether unimportant — he was assured that they were not so, for they were to 
a considerable degree, and more and more generally, adopted by his brethren. 
He cordially joined in the praises which were bestowed on his excellent friend 
on his right, and the Scottish professor beyond him. He might differ with 
the latter on some points of practice, and, perhaps, of collegiate discipline; but 
he was proud to acknowledge him as a highly-talented and zealous man, and, 
like himself, heartily attached to his profession. Of the now voluminous 
works of Mr. Percivall, he could only speak with the deepest sense of their 
value, and he regretted his absence to-night. As to his friend Mr. Spooner, 
he had not yet enrolled himself among the Society of Authors ; but he soon 
must — there was a ground peculiarly his own, which he must occupy. In 
plain English — the profession looked to him, and would have him. His 
friend Mr. Morton ! He thanked him, thanked him cordially for the little 
book which he had presented to the profession. It was multum in parvo; but 
he should be better pleased if in its next edition it became as big as his (the 
Chairman’s) body. 
The Chairman rose again. There was a gentleman, he said, who must not 
be passed over on the present occasion. The profession had done that which, 
perhaps, years ago it should have done. They had presented a testimonial of 
their approbation and their gratitude to the indefatigable labourer in veteri- 
nary literature, whom they had the pleasure to see among them this evening. 
But it is not the testimonial alone, nor the price which it costs, that gives the 
chiefest value to such a present. It is the manner in which it is presented — 
the heart that is thrown into it — the quiet but deep feeling which pervades 
the bosom of the speaker, and that finds a response in that of every 
one around. In the name of his brethren he would thank Mr. Field. He 
had responded to their bidding in a way which did them and himself honour, 
and he begged to propose his health. 
Mr. Field felt much gratified in this expression of their satisfaction. He 
had asked an inward monitor what he ought to say and to do, and he had 
acted accordingly : most cordially he begged leave to thank them. 
Mr. Thomas Turner said that there were many gentlemen present who 
were connected with the press. His friend on his right was a veteran. 
Many were his labours, and battles, and conquests connected with the press. 
Professor Dick had ventured to offer himself to its ordeal, and he was gra- 
tified to hear that we should soon receive from the pen of that gentleman a 
publication on a subject of deep interest, — rabies. Next him sat the able 
Editor of the best agricultural paper, and the best agricultural magazine, — 
Mr. Shaw, late Secretary to the English Agricultural Society. Mr. Morton 
had done himself infinite credit by the publication of his “Manual of Veteri- 
