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TO CORRESPONDENTS. 
Slow and unmounted will I roam, with weary steps alone. 
Where with fleet step and joyous hound thou oft hast borne me on ; 
And, sitting down by that green well, I’ll pause and sadly think, 
’Twas here he bow’d his glossy neck when last I saw him drink! 
When last I saw thee drink! —Away, the fever’d dream is o’er; 
I could not live a day, and know that we should meet no more ! 
They tempted me, my beautiful! for hunger’s power is strong, 
They tempted me, my beautiful! but I have lov’d too long. 
Who said that I had given up? who said that thou wert sold ? 
’Tis false—’tis false, my Arab steed ! I fling them back their gold ! 
Thus, thus I leap upon thy back, and scour the distant plains : 
Away ! who overtakes us now shall claim thee for their pains ! 
The [Jon. Mrs. Norton . 
TO CORRESPONDENTS. 
Our correspondents who are anxious that their communications should 
immediately appear, would do as much kindness by sending them earlier 
in the month. 
We have received a letter in a disguised hand, yet one that we have seen 
before, and should like oftener to see, in an honest way , bearing the signa¬ 
ture of “ Fair-play;” but the assumed name does not suit the tenor and ob¬ 
ject of the epistle, and that the writer’s conscience must tell him. 
We were really ignorant of the death of “ Poor old Ben Bowles, one of 
the fathers of the profession;” and, although we receive the story of our 
“ friend,” cum g ratio salts , that his departure “ produced as much conster¬ 
nation in the town of Cambridge as if the Chancellor of the University had 
died,” yet we believe him to be “ a man respected in all he did and by all 
he knew,” and we thus render this tribute of respect to his memory ; but 
we have yet to learn what he contributed to veterinary science, or what 
paramount claim he had to a niche in our obituary. As for the banter which 
follows, it has neither truth nor candour, nor the writer's own honest feel¬ 
ings, as its base. There was a sad mistake in the signature here. 
With regard to the second subject of his letter—the plan which we are 
pursuing was adopted after mature deliberation; nor are we to be driven 
from it by assertions and insinuations which “Fair-play’’ or “ Foul-play” 
here, would, in his ow n character, and which best becomes him, treat with 
sovereign contempt. 
As to the Lieut. R. James, once a student, but not , as he describes him¬ 
self, a “ graduate,” of (he Royal Veterinary College, we have procured some 
of his “ Blister Ointment,” and, like all these pretended discoveries, it is 
no discovery at all. It consists of the Spanish fly, very finely triturated, 
more common liquid turpentine and less resin and greasy matter than these 
ointments usually contain, plenty of oil of origanum, and some sulphuric 
acid. With the exception of the last ingredient, its value consists in the 
absence of spirit of turpentine, and corrosive sublimate, and euphorbium, 
and all those devilish ingredients which unnecessarily torture and generally 
blemish the horse. Every good practitioner knows well enough that he 
wanted nothing but the fly in order to effect every good purpose, and escape 
every annoying and bad consequence. But why degiade The Veterina¬ 
rian by noticing such things? Y. 
