"Critic," Boston, Mass., writes: "I see you talk of'white' grapes, now I have never seen a white grape, but I have seen green ones. Would it not be as well to call things by their proper names?"

[Of course our critic is right when he proposes to call things by their proper names. But "white" is the absence of color, and a grape which continues always of its normal green color, and in which there is therefore in a certain sense an absence of color, such as we usually look for in a fruit, is white in a metaphorical and therefore correct sense. A child is told it should not eat "green" fruit; so to keep the commandments he cuts off the green skin, and eats the white flesh, but would our "critic" not say it was still "green" fruit. By a metaphor, green in this sense has come to mean unripe, no matter what the color of the "green" fruit may be. We fear our correspondent must look for sympathy among those who cannot say, cactuses and roses, when talking every-day English, but must have Cacti, Rosse, Gladioli, etc. - Ed. G. M].