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THE VETERINARIAN, JANUARY 1, 1862. 
Ne quid falsi dicere audeat, ne quid veri non audeat. — Cicero. 
THE ANNUAL ADDRESS OE THE EDITORS. 
“ The years are marching onward ! See another drawetli nigh, 
And silently and mournfully the old one passeth by; 
It carries many memories upon its hoary head, 
Some are of new-born joys, and some of pleasures fled.” 
“ How shall we welcome in the new-born year ? 
Not with the ringing voice of mirth alone. 
But with a mingled melody—a tone 
Of grateful joy, mixed with a reverent fear.” 
The seventh, the mystical year, has passed, and with the 
present number we commence the eighth year of our 
editorial labours. They have been pleasant, because the 
results have exceeded our expectations, and our aspiration is 
that we may continue to receive the support hitherto accorded 
us, for then all will be well. 
Having been benefited, in common with others, by the 
withdrawal of a certain fiscal impost, we are desirous that 
our readers shall share with us in the advantage obtained; 
we have, therefore, resolved not only to print the Journal 
on better paper, but also permanently to enlarge it. Often¬ 
times we have been obliged to increase the number of our 
pages, so as to insert the matter forwarded to us, even 
although small type has been very freely had recourse to, 
and some sections appeared wholly in that form.~ Fre¬ 
quently, too, we have had to apologise for non-compliance 
with the requests of our contributors, in consequence of 
their communications not having found a place in the then 
current number. We may now anticipate that this will be 
obviated for the future. Should, however, the necessity 
arise, we shall be most happy again to add to our space. 
Nor is this unlikely, since we live in an age, not only- of 
mind-progress, but of transition and great mechanical 
