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CHRISTIAN, REAL.-One who considers his charity towards all other religions the best recommendation of his


CARE. The tax paid by the higher classes for their privileges and pos


CASH. A very good servant, but a bad master.

CEREMONY.-All that is considered necessary, by many, in friendship and religion.

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COFFIN. The cradle in which our second childhood is laid to sleep.

COLLEGE. An institution where young men learn everything but that which is professed to be taught.

COMPLIMENTS.-Dust thrown into the eyes of those whom we want to dupe.

COTTAGE. Supposed to be the abode of happiness by all except those who live in it.

CHAMELEON.-See House of Commons Rat, species innumerable.

CHAPERON. A married girl of sixteen protecting her maiden aunt of sixty. CHAPLAIN, MILITARY. One appointed to say grace at mess, and drink wine with the officers.

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COURAGE. The fear of being thought a coward.

CRITIC. One who is incapable of writing books himself, and, therefore, contents himself with condemning those of others.

CUNNING. The simplicity by which knaves generally outwit themselves.

DANDY. A fool, who is vain of being the lay-figure of some fashionable tailor, and thinks the wealth of his wardrobe will conceal the poverty of his ideas though, like his long-eared brother in the lion's skin, he is betrayed as soon as he opens his mouth.


DESTINY.-The scapegoat which we make responsible for all our crimes and follies; a necessity which we set down for invincible when we have no wish to strive against it.

DINNER. A meal taken at suppertime; formerly considered as a means of enjoying society, and, therefore, moderate in expense and frequent in occurrence; now given to display yourself, not to see your friends, and inhospitably rare, because it is foolishly extravagant.

DISGUISE. That which all of us wear on our hearts, and many of us on our


DOCTOR.-One whose business is to pour drugs, of which he knows little, into a body of which he knows less.

DITCH. A place in which those who have taken too much wine are apt to take a little water.

DOZE-A short nap enjoyed by many people after dinner on a week day, and after the text on a Sunday.

DREAM.-All those invisible visions to which we are awake in our sleep. (To be continued.)


We had prepared an engraving of the Glass Palace for the present number, but circumstances over which we have no control have arisen to prevent our inserting it. WE have received several pamphlets, books. and numbers for review, which must stand over till our next number.

We have before us a great many letters containing questions, which must also stand over for the present.

We have heard from various quarters that the "Poetic Companion" could not be obtained through the booksellers. There will be no necessity for such a complaint in future. We are quite glad to inform our friends that the "Poetic Companion" has been received by the public more generally and more warmly than we dared to anticipate. The first number has already passed through three editions. The PUBLIC GOOD has also materially increased in circulation this year. The Brother and Sisterthe GOOD and the "Companion "-are both on fair vantage-ground, with a very cheering prospect before them.

By a mistake of our folder last month about a dozen copies of the January number of the PUBLIC GOOD passed through Our hands wrongly folded. We should be most happy to exchange perfect copies for imperfect ones.

Circumstances have prevented our attending to the Students' Column in the last two or three numbers. We shall resume it in our


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We call the attention of our readers to the following suggestions of "An Exonian.

To the Editor of the Public Good. Exeter, 18th November, 1850. Sir, Having been a subscriber to the PUBLIC GOOD from its commencement I may be allowed to say that every monthly num er has strengthened my conviction that it is calculated to do an immense good among the masses, by elerating them by such useful subjects as treated in its pages.


The Almanac is a capital one, and I hope it receives, as it deserves, a wide circulation. I am glad to see you intend enlarging the PUBLIC GOOD and issuing a "Poetic Supplement," monthly, and if the contents are such time since it cannot fail to be deserving the as was contained in the number issued some title bestowed upon it.

of great men? Why not issue with your numbers portraits

Also some more autographs?

I have been thinking an immense goed might he done by forming in every large town a having a large number of your farthing tracts "Public Goo Society," for the purpose of and PUBLIC GOODS, either to give away or lend in the poor st districts, where the people I should have no means of purchasing them. think a number could be found in every town distributing them from door to door. An Howilling to devote an hour or so every week in norary Secretary and Treasurer, with a committee and distributors, would be ail the officers necessary. Purchases could be made from time to time from subscriptions, either weekly or monthly, and on a low scale to suit the working classes.

If you should think this desirable, I shall be happy to assist a far as I can.

Wishing you success in all your undertakings for the PUBLIC GOOD,

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Count their per cents. by the paces they take;

The cry of the babe unheard of its mother,
Though it lie on her breast, while she thinks of the other

Laid yesterday where it will not wake;

The flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and pinks,

Held out in the smoke like stars by day;
The gin-door's oath, that hollowly chinks
Guilt upon grief and wrong upon hate;
The cabman's cry to get out of the way;
The dustman's call down the area-grate;
The young maid's jest and the old wife's scold;
The haggling talk of the boys at a stall;
The fight in the street which is backed for gold;
The plea of the lawyers in Westminster Hall;
The drop on the stones of the blind man's staff,
As he trades in his own grief's sacredness;
The brothel's shriek and the Newgate laugh;
The hum upon 'Change, and the organ's grinding—
The grinder's face being, nevertheless,

Dry and vacant of even woe

While the children's hearts are leaping so
At the merry music's winding!

The black plumed funeral's creeping train.
Long and slow (and yet they will go

As fast as life, though it hurry and strain !)
Creeping the populous houses through,
And nodding their plumes at either side,
At many a house where an infant, new

To the sunshiny world, has just struggled and cried-
At many a house where sitteth a bride
Trying the morrow's coronals,

With a scarlet blush to-day.
Slowly creep the funerals,

As none should hear the noise and say,
"The living, the living must go away
To multiply the dead!

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