True Democrat

HORRID BARBARITY.

The Paris correspondent of the Newark Daily Advertiser, in a notice of some of the medical schools and hospitals of France, speaks also of the Veterinary schools at Alfort. He visited several departments, and then entered the place where the students operate and experiment on the living animals. "It makes our blood run cold," says the Boston Transcript, "to hear of such horrible atrocities. Those guilty of such inhuman cruelties seem to us more like fiends than human beings. The publication of such revolting details is justified upon the ground that the existence of such things should be known."

"The government provides poor old worn out horses for the use of the students to accustom them to operate and give them facility of execution. The unhappy creature is led in, snorting and trembling at the sight and smell of blood around. Before he has time to recover from his amazement, his legs are drawn firmly together, and he is thrown upon the ground. A rope is twisted with a stick around his skin, which is cauterized in every part of the body, where the cautery is ever applied. One cuts off two inches of the tail, a second two inches more. Another takes out the muscle, and a fourth a bone, till that member is entirely gone. Every variety of shoe is put upon him, his hoofs are cut to the quick, experimental nails are driven in, as if they were accidental, and dug out again. Imaginary wounds are probed. The ears are then cut, the eyes extracted. Every artery in the body "is taken up and tied," operations for tenotomy performed, besides many other acts of refined scientific torture. In the meantime, the poor helpless animal struggles and flounders, sighs, weeps, groans and screams. He cannot move. The blood oozes from a hundred wounded orifices, "those poor dumb mouths," till finally death, the angel of mercy to the miserable among men and beasts, comes to his relief. In this way a dozen horses are sacrificed twice a week—yes, for years—twice a week—from 5 in the morning till 5 in the evening. This dreadful butchery is going on. What think you of the "Chourineur in the Mysteries of Paris? "Truth is stranger than fiction"—no news to me, I assure you. Horses with glanders are more fortunate. They are killed immediately. No operations are performed on them now from fear: one of the pupils having died last year of this as yet incurable disease, contracted in his experiments.