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CANINE MADNESS. 
After waiting a little while to see whether any one would take 
up Mr. Daws’s challenge, I sent to the Editor of the Times a 
letter expressed in guarded and moderate terms, referring to the 
information derived from Messrs. Thomas and Daws, and copying 
the account of Mr. Hales, and telling him that I thought he would 
grant me a small space in his journal, to complete the exculpation 
of myself from a very serious charge. I added, that I regarded 
the subject of my work as too sacred to be propped up by false- 
hood, and that I should be obliged — deeply so — to any one favour- 
ing me with his local habitation and his name, if he would point 
out, publicly or privately, any error that I might have committed. 
Day after day passed over, and my letter was not inserted. 
I wrote again, and, once more, several days elapsed. I happened, 
one morning, to mention this to a friend, whom I met in the coffee- 
house to which I was accustomed to go to examine the paper, and 
he suggested the possibility of my having overlooked the short 
notices to correspondents, occasionally placed above the leader. I 
never dreamed of looking there, for, a Journalist myself, I had 
been calculating on what I should have done in a similar case, and 
how eagerly I should have admitted the explanation of any one to 
whom I had done injustice, and I had been looking here and there 
in the columns of the paper for my letter of explanation. How- 
ever, I called for the file, and I found, dated about three days 
after my letter had been sent — “ Mr. Youatt’s LETTER IS AN 
Advertisement. ” 
And so the matters ends. I trust that I have been able to ex- 
onerate myself from the charges of “ falsehood or gross exagge- 
ration,” and I challenge any one to prove even an unintentional 
error in the work in question. 
As for the Editor of the Times, who, even if he had considered 
my letter an advertisement, might, in one short sentence, have ex- 
pressed some regret for the unfounded charge which he brought 
against me, I leave him, and also his correspondent, to the mingled 
indignation and contempt which all anonymous calumniators de- 
serve. 
CANINE MADNESS. 
In justice to Mr. Spooner, Y.S. of Southampton, we publish 
the following letters on the subject of rabies. They do him credit ; 
and other parties, if they have human feeling about them, must 
bitterly repent their folly. 
