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THE VETERINARIAN, JANUARY 1, 1859. 
Ne quid falsi dicere audeat, ne quid veri non audeat. 
Cicero. 
THE ANNUAL ADDRESS OF THE EDITORS. 
“ Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, 
And delves the parallels on beauty’s brow; 
Feeds on the rarities of Nature’s truth, 
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.” 
Shakespeare. 
Quickly indeed has the old year run out its fleeting course^ 
and we are called upon to report what progress, has been 
made during it. 
Science, in common with time, never stands still. Some 
little of what she has done, in connexion with our profession, 
may, perhaps, be gathered from these annual addresses to 
our readers. Unfortunately for the interest which might 
otherwise be excited by them, a sameness must almost 
necessarily prevail. Hitherto they have been all we could 
desire, and it is gratifying at the onset to be able to say, that 
as yet nothing has transpired to render this report less satis¬ 
factory than others. We have kept on the “ even tenour of 
our way/ 5 pleased and encouraged; yet have we not accom¬ 
plished all we had anticipated, and much remains to be done. 
In this we may not stand alone; and possibly others will 
join with us in the language of the moralist: 
“ All must remember, and admit, with what ardour of good 
intentions they entered upon the past year. Time has ful¬ 
filled all its promises to us. Its storied page, rich with the 
present moral and ancient experience, has been fairly unrolled; 
opportunities have been afforded us; our prayers for life, 
health, and capabilities of knowledge, have been graciously 
heard. Have we profited to the utmost, or even as we might 
readily have ?—Alas, no ! The year which in anticipation 
beheld resolutions so fair, now in the retrospect, in most 
