PUBLIC LIBERALITY.--The State of New York, which has expended, from time to time, upwards of half a million of dollars in the advancement of medical education, has more recently divided thirty thousand dollars between the two Medical Colleges at Albany and Geneva. Would it not be better to devote a little money to educate those who have the normal care of humanity in their hands--rather than give all to those who are preparing to cure its diseases? Women are the preservers of infancy, they form the physical constitution of their children; give women that knowledge of the laws of health which their duties require, and one-half the present number of male physicians might be spared. * * * * * A RULING PASSION.--I have the highest opinion of the value of a _ruling passion_; but if this passion monopolizes all the man, it requires that the object be a very comprehensive or a very dignified one, to save him from being ridiculous. The devoted _antiquary_, for instance, who is passionately in love with an old coin, an old button, or an old nail, is ridiculous. The man who is _nothing but_ a musician, and recognizes nothing in the whole creation but crotchets and quavers, is ridiculous. So is the _nothing but_ verbal critic, to whom the adjustment of a few insignificant particles in some ancient author, appears a more important study than the grandest arrangements of politics or morals. Even the total devotee to the grand science _Astronomy_, incurs the same misfortune. Religion and morals have a noble pre-eminence here; no man or woman can become ridiculous by his or her passionate devotion to _them_; even a _specific_ direction of this passion will make a man sublime--witness _Howard_; _specific_, I say, and correctly, though, at the same time, _any_ large plan of benevolence must be comprehensive, so to speak, of a large quantity of morals. * * * * * HE who administers medicine to the sad heart in the shape of wit and humor, is most assuredly a good Samaritan. A cheerful face is nearly as good for an invalid as healthy weather. To make a sick man think he is dying, all that is necessary is to look half dead yourself. Open, unrestrained merriment is a safety-valve to the heart and disposition. If overburdened with the noxious gases of care, pull the string of wit, up flies the valve of fun, and out go the troubles and vexations of life to the four winds of heaven. * * * * *