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OBITUARY. 
Vellum started with the treasure. While tea was getting 
ready the keg was opened. “ How heavy it is!” says one. 
“What on earth can he have sent this time?” says another. 
Speculation was not allayed when the lid was forced open, 
and only dry salt presented to view. “Dive deeper,” was 
the order of paterfamilias; “there must be something else in 
it.” The salt was carefully removed, and with considerable 
difficulty something bulky was dragged out, of indefinite 
shape and texture. “ Perhaps it’s a Murray cod,” said one 
of the juveniles. “Seems to be some preparation of pork,” 
remarked Vellum; however, let’s have some fried for tea and 
see how it eats.” Fried a slice or two of it ; everybody 
tasted, but nobody liked it; it was horribly tough. “Per¬ 
haps we don’t know how to cook it properly, suppose we try 
it to-morrow for breakfast.” Stewed it was, and certainly it 
tasted a little more savoury, but still tough. The proper 
mode of cooking it had evidently not yet been hit upon; a 
piece was ordered to be boiled for dinner, and Vellum started 
for the day’s business in Chancery Lane. There was the 
usual pile of letters to open, but one in Stockwhip’s hand¬ 
writing had the preference, and here it is :—“Dear , the 
scourge has reached us at last. Two of my finest bullocks 
were found dead in the paddock yesterday morning, and on 
being opened the indications of pleuro-pneunomia were un- 
mistakeable. The left lung of one of them. Dr. -here 
says, is the most perfect specimen of diseased structure he 
ever saw. I want Dr. Macadam and Mr. Miscamble to see 
it, and I therefore send it-to-you-packed-in 
—-—salt.” Vellum’s eyes began to swim. He did not dine 
at home that day.— Geelong Advertiser. 
OBITUARY. 
We deeply regret to have to record the death of Mr. J. 
Jones, M.R.C.V.S., London, which melancholy event took 
place on the 4th of May. Mr. Jones, who had recently com¬ 
pleted his sixty-first year, obtained his diploma July 24th, 
1837, and entered on the duties of his profession in Worship- 
street, City, where he deservedly won for himself the respect 
of a large circle of friends. 
Died, on the 24th of May, at Epsom, after a short and 
painful illness, Mr. William Smith, the successor of that 
early ornament of our profession, Mr. Ed. Bond. Mr. Smith’s 
diploma dates July 10th, 1823. As a practitioner, he was 
highly esteemed; he always took a lively interest in the 
onward progress of the veterinary profession, and his kind¬ 
ness and hospitality will long be remembered by his friends. 
