Text: Edgar Allan Poe (?), “The London Lancet” (A), from the Evening Mirror (New York), February 13, 1845, vol. 1, no. 110, p. 2, col. 4

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THE LONDON LANCET. — Those enterprising publishers, Mess. Burgess, Stringer and Townsend, have sent us the second number of their re-publication of the “London Lancet,” which they furnish at the exceedingly low price of five dollars per annum. When we consider that each number includes a hundred closely printed large octavo pages, in double columns, we feel warranted, indeed, in speaking of it as something remarkable in the way of cheapness — even in these days of cheapness of excess. The “London Lancet” as a medical journal of the highest value, needs not a word from us, or from any one, in the way of recommendation.