360 REVIEW OF “the VOICE OF HUMANITY.” 
heard you swear, at the same time, more roundly and forcibly 
than any of your brethren of the whip in London, I cannot help 
thinking* that you have the best right to this discourse. But I 
am afraid, Tom, that I shall in some parts of it appear as great 
a barbarian as you seem to me a savage. If you find any hard 
words in it, come to my vicarage-house, and I will endeavour 
to explain them to you in as familiar language as you talk to your 
horses. For God’s sake, and you own, have some compassion 
upon those poor beasts, and especially upon the fore-horse 
of your team. He is as sensible of blows as yourself, and ought 
not to have been so outrageously punished for turning aside 
into a road to which he was long accustomed, when you were 
fast asleep in your waggon. If you break any more whips upon 
him, and repeat horrid oaths, wishing yourself ‘ damned and 
doubly damned,’ I shall take care that you are punished by a 
justice of the peace, as well as by your own master, in this world; 
and give you fair warning, that a worse punishment waits for you 
in the next, and that damnation will certainly come according to 
your call. I, however, hope better things of you, and that all 
your punishment will be in this life. But it is not likely that your 
soul, when separated from your body, will sleep till the day of 
judgment. According to the doctrine of a very sensible man, it 
may inhabit the fore-horse of a dray, and suffer all the pain that 
guilt and w hip-cord can give. In a word, Tom, I advise you to 
fall on your knees, and ask God forgiveness for your cruelty and 
your oaths, and to be careful for the future not to sleep upon the 
road; to drink less ale, and no drams; so shall you save your 
whips, and your horses, your body, and your soul. 
“ I am,Tom, your friend and well-wisher, 
“ James Granger.” 
Mi&ttUam*. 
Diseases of Birds. 
In Edinburgh we understand there are 500 medical practi¬ 
tioners on the human race, and we have dog-doctors and horse- 
doctors who have come out in numbers, but we have had no 
bird-doctors. Yet often,'while the whole house rings with the 
cries of children teething, or in the hooping-cough, the little lin¬ 
net sits silent on his perch, a moping bunch of feathers, and then 
falls down dead, when his lilting life might have been saved by 
the simplest medicinal food, skilfully administered. Surely, if we 
have physicians to attend our tread-mills, and regulate the food 
and day's work of merciless ruffians, we should not suffer our in¬ 
nocent and useful prisoners to die thus unattended.— Black¬ 
wood's Magazine, Feb . 1826. 
