CARDINAL. A governor of the Romish church, by whom popes are elected, and the cardinal virtues neglected. CARE. The tax paid by the higher classes for their privileges and possessions. CASH. A very good servant, but a bad master. CEREMONY. All that is considered necessary, by many, in friendship and religion. CHAMELEON.-See House of Commons Rat, species innumerable. 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 face. 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. after the text on a Sunday. Doze A short nap enjoyed by many CHAPERON. A married girl of six-people after dinner on a week day, and teen protecting her maiden aunt of sixty. CHAPLAIN, MILITARY. pointed to say grace at mess, and drink wine with the officers. One ap- DREAM. All those invisible visions to APPENDIX. NOTICE TO CORRESPONDENTS. 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 next. To The Editor of the Pubtic Good. Baldock, January 9, 1851. Dear Sir,-Will you oblige by the insertion of the accompanying, in contradistinction of sentiment to a piece that appeared in your last PUBLIC GOOD number, under the head "Man's Love." MAN'S LOVE. To love when wreaths of gladness Around our brows entwine; And in the hour of sadness, To fondly call her mine. To love in every season, In darkness and despair, In danger ever ready To prove a constant friend, In trials ever steady And faithful to the end. And when her words shall falter, But ever prove the same. To feel, though death may sever, Thus-thus-'tis thus men love- 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 number has strengthened my conviction that it is calculated to do an immense good among the masses, by elevating them by such useful subjects as are treated in its pages. The Almanac is a capital one, and I hope it receives, as it deserves, a wide circulation. PUBLIC GOOD and issuing a I am glad to see you intend enlarging the "Poetic Supplement," monthly, and if the contents are such as was contained in the number issued some time since it cannot fail to be deserving the title bestowed upon it. of great men? Why not issue with your numbers portraits Also some more autographs? I have been thinking an immense good 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 poorest districts, where the people have no means of purchasing them. I should 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 as far as I can. Wishing you success in all your undertakings for the PUBLIC GOOD, I remain, Sir, faithfully yours, LONDON Now here now there Like the lay Of harps in th' air!- Not a tie Binds up the heart Till we die! Now here now there Well-a-day! LIFE. (FROM POEMS BY MRS. E. BARRETT BROWNING.) The champ of the steeds on the silver bit, As they whirl the rich man's chariot by; The trail on the street of the poor man's broom, On her silken skirt may catch no dust; The tread of the business-men who must Count their per cents. by the paces they take ; The cry of the babe unheard of its mother, G. P. MORRIS. 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, Dry and vacant of even woe While the children's hearts are leaping so The black plumed funeral's creeping train. As fast as life, though it hurry and strain !) At many a house where an infant, new To the sunshiny world, has just struggled and cried- Trying the morrow's coronals, With a scarlet blush to-day. Slowly creep the funerals, As none should hear the noise and say, |