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off eye, a cataract was as visible as in the near eye. At the 
end of six weeks from the time I first saw her, these cataracts 
were of the size of a large pin’s head. 
This filly remained in the Doctor’s possession until seven 
years old; and, up to five years old, the cataracts were much 
the same. I had not an opportunity of looking at her eyes 
from this time until she was got up for sale, at seven years old. 
I then examined them, and, to my astonishment, there was not 
the least appearance of cataract. She was sent to Rudgley fair, 
and sold to a London dealer, quite sound. 
CASE II. 
A Mr. S. Durston, of Stanvvardine, a most respectable gentle¬ 
man farmer, and well known as a fox-hunter in this county, 
had a black mare, of his own breeding, with cataracts in both 
eyes, of which he had not the slightest knowledge until a gentle¬ 
man who came to buy her detected them. Mr. D. expressed 
himself much surprised, and said “ A safer mare across a country 
could not be, as a hunter.” I myself, and every sportsman in 
this country, can corroborate Mr. JD.’s assertion. This being an 
extraordinary case, Mr. D. wished me to see her. The cataracts 
were then very visible. She is now in the possession of a Mr. 
Thomas Matthews, of Lea-Hall, another gentleman equally 
well known in our hunt, for whom I, about three months ago, 
fired her legs. The cataracts were much the same as when I 
first saw them, which is about four years ago. 
CASE III. 
A mare, the property of my father, and which I rode as a hack 
several years, had cataract without inflammation. After riding 
her two or three years, on her being led out of the stable one day, 
I noticed something unusual in one of her eyes, which, on ex¬ 
amination, proved to be cataract, and must have been of very 
recent formation, as no one rode her except myself. This cata¬ 
ract never afterwards varied so long as she remained in my 
father’s possession, which was many years, as hack and brood 
mare. It is scarcely worth my while to notice a letter which 
appeared in your publication a few months ago, signed “ A 
Looker-on,” which letter, I do not hesitate to say, is a tissue 
of falsehood from beginning to end. In proof of this, the horse 
then mentioned as perfectly cured by Mr. Crow 7 , and worth £20, 
has recently been made away with as quite useless. The writer 
of that letter is too well known here to deserve further attention. 
I shall always feel most happy to claim a page in your valuable 
