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himself with the postage. He will, however, please to recollect, 
that the largest folio sheet, if it does not weigh an ounce, is only 
charged single, and that an envelope doubles the postage; and 
sometimes, by making the weight to exceed an ounce, quadruples 
it. We had more than 10s. one morning, unnecessarily, to pay 
on account of our Correspondents on the Breeds and Diseases of 
Cattle, from their having forgotten these trifling circumstances. 
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iiebtflD. 
Quid sit pulchrum, quid turpe, quid utile, quid non.— Hor. 
The Village Farrier; a plain and familiar Treatise on the 
various Disorders incident to the Horse , exhibiting their 
Causes , Symptoms , fyc. and pointing out the most approved 
Remedies: also , Instructions for Preserving the Health of 
that useful Animal; with numerous valuable Recipes . By 
Ephraim Blaine, upwards of Thirty Years a Veterinary 
Surgeon . Tegg, Cheapside. 
"W e have made most diligent inquiry among our friends, and 
cannot obtain the slightest trace of this “ Mr. Ephraim Blaine, 
upwards of thirty years a veterinary surgeon/ 7 Medical writers, 
whether veterinary or human, usually give us some clue whereby 
we may trace the u local habitation 77 as well as the “ name ; 7 
and we are thus frequently enabled either to form to ourselves 
some notion of the probable value of the work, and, possibly, 
save a great deal of that time which we can ill afford to throw 
away ; or, at least, we shall know where our gratitude is due, and 
to whom among our brethren we may apply, or may direct others 
to apply, for important information on some interesting points of 
theory and practice. The reputation of the writer, and a re¬ 
muneration more solid but not more valuable, demand that we 
should know who he is, and where he is to be found. But of 
Mr. Ephraim Blaine we can learn nothing at all. k He is either a 
most disinterested gentleman, who labours for the promotion ot 
the art, and not for fame, or he is an unsubstantial, ideal personage, 
inhabiting probably some story next the sky; impudent enough to 
assume the surname of one who has done our profession much 
service, but not so endowed with necromantic art as to put on a 
shape sufficiently questionable to deceive us for a moment. 
