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THE VETERINARIAN, JAN. I, 1829 . 
Lieetomnibus, licet etiammihi, dignitatem artis veterinariee tueri.’’— Cicero. 
WE congratulate ourselves and our readers on the commence¬ 
ment of another year of our literary existence. When, twelve 
months ago, we first appeared before the public, it was by no 
means certain whether our nursling Veterinarian might not be 
strangled almost in its birth. We had been told by persons who 
were likely to be the best judges of the state of our profession, 
that veterinary surgeons were not readers, and that if our bant¬ 
ling did linger on a little while, it must inevitably perish from 
lack of nutriment. Surely “ their wish was not father to that 
thought.” The Veterinarian, however, yet lives. Its friends 
tell us, that it is growing in public favour; and we have some 
substantial reasons for knowing that they are not altogether de¬ 
ceiving us. So far as a solicitude to improve, and to deserve the 
favour of the public, may have weight, it will continue to merit 
the patronage it has received. We bid our readers and our 
patrons a happy new-year, and trust, or rather are assured, that 
that year will announce the more rapid approach of the consum¬ 
mation of their and our wishes—the emancipation of our profes¬ 
sion from that state of degradation into which it has been so long 
sunk. 
Unknown, at least not confessed, and only guessed at, we 
doubted whether we should be able to allure around us a suffi¬ 
cient number of able and willing co-operators in the important 
work which we had undertaken. With pride and exultation we 
refer to the list of valued contributors inscribed on our wrapper. 
O ur vanity tells us, that it is a pledge of the estimation in which 
we are held ; our duty prompts the resolution, not to deceive the 
expectations of those whom we so truly esteem. 
We have the happiness to know, that the principles on which 
The Veter in ar ian is founded are recognized and approved by 
