ter weak enough to flatter himself with the conquest of America? You can not, with all your al-lies', with all the mercenary ruffians of the North, you can not effect so wicked a purpose. 4. The Americans will dispute every inch of ter ritory with you, every narrow pass, every strong de file, every Thermop'ylæ, every Bunker's Hill! More than half the empire is already lost, and almost all the rest is in confusion and anarchy. We have appealed to the sword, and what have we gained? Bunker's Hill only, and that with a loss of twelve hundred men! Are we to pay as dear for the rest of America? The idea of the conquest of that immense country is as romantic as it is unjust. 5. The honorable gentleman who moved this Address says, "The Americans have been treated with lenity." Will facts justify the assertion? Was your Boston Port Bill a measure of lenity? Was your Fishery Bill a measure of lenity? Was your bill for taking away the charter of Massachusetts Bay a measure of lenity? I omit your many other gross provocations and insults, by which the brave Americans. have been driven to their present state. 6. Whether that state is one of rebellion, or of fit and just resistance to unlawful acts of power, I shall not declare. This I know: a successful resistance is a revolution, not a rebellion. Rebellion, indeed, appears on the back of a flying enemy, but Revolution flames on the breast-plate of the victorious warrior. Who can tell whether, in consequence of this day's action, the scabbard may not be thrown away by them, as well as by us; and, should success attend them, whether, in a few years, the independent Americans may not celebrate the glorious era of the revolu tion of 1775, as we do that of 1688? JOHN WILKES (1717-1795.). XXIV.-A MAGPIE AT CHURCH. PRECINCT, n., a boundary. E-VADE', v. t., to elude; to shun. A-NON', ad., soon; ever and anon, RECOGNIZE, v. t., to know again. AISLE (ile), n., a passage in a church. IG-NO-MIN'I-OUS-LY, ad., shamefully. Do not say doo for due ; dooring for dūr'ing ; jined for joined; keounty for county, winder for window; ware for were (wer). Pronounce wont, wunt ; against, a-ginst, 1. THE following authentic story of a magpie was communicated to Fraser's London Magazine, by a clergyman. It proves the truth of the Rev. Sydney Smith's observation, that, whatever powers of oratory a minister may have, all command over the attention of his audience is at once lost when a bird makes its appearance in the church. Such, certainly, was the case with Jack, a magpie, well known in a village in the county of Kent, in England, for his mis'chievous propensities, and who entered the village church, in the afternoon of Sunday, July 25th, 1852, during the time of divine service. 2. Our friend hopped quietly in at the open door, and, for a time, surveyed the congregation, recogniz ing many a friend, who was wont to greet him with words of kindness and familiarity. But on this occa sion Jack was surprised at finding that no notice was taken of him. At last he seemed determined that he would not be thus overlooked; and down the middle aisle he marched, knocking at the door of each pew, and announcing his arrival to the inmates with a clear, loud, "Here am I!" This move had the desired effect; for in a very few moments every eye was turned upon our hero. 3. The worthy minister, finding himself in a decided minority, and perceiving broad grins coming over the before solemn faces of his flock, at once stopped the service, and desired the clerk to eject the intruder. But the order was more easily given than executed. Jack was determined not to leave; and so, finding himself' pursued, took refuge in a forest of legs belonging to his young friends, the school-children, who did not appear at all unwilling to afford him shelter. 4. The clerk rushed on, intent upon cătching the enemy, and putting an end to this unorthodox proceeding; and over, first a bench and then a child, he stumbled, in his attempts to pounce upon the fugitive, who easily evaded his grasp, and always appeared just where the clerk was not, informing him, ever and anon, of his whereabout, by the old cry, "Here am I!" At last, with the help of two or three of the congregation who had joined in the pursuit, a capture was effected, and Jack was ignominiously turned out, and the door closed upon him. 5. After the lapse of a few minutes, order and solemnity were restored in the church; and the prayers were commenced and ended without further disturbance. The minister, in due time, ascended to the pulpit. He gave out his text, and commenced a discourse cal culated, no doubt, to be of much benefit to his hearers; but he had not proceeded far when he was interrupted by a loud noise, accompanied by rapping at the little window at the back of the pulpit. 6. Turning round, to ascertain the cause, he beheld our friend Jack pecking away at the window, flapping his wings against it, and screaming, at the top of his voice, "Here am I here am I!"-a fact which no one could gainsay, or resist laughing at. The worthy minister, finding his own gravity and that of his con gregation so entirely upset by what had occurred, brought his sermon to a speedy conclusion, and dis missed the congregation. Sentence of death was re corded against the offender; but, upon the petition of a number of the parishioners, it was commuted to banishment for life from the precincts of the church. Such is the story of friend Jack. Do not say sence for since; vollum for vol'ūme; steeout for stout. Give the vocal sound (as in breathe) to th in beneath. Sound the t in the last syllable of instincts. What an illus 1. WHAT a world is the book world! trious companionship does it offer for the gratification of our social and spiritual instincts and likings! The great, the brave, the good; the oppressed and their deliverers; the sages, the instructors, the benefactors of mankind, in all ages, live again in books. 2. In books they reveal to us, in the seclusion of our chambers and firesides, what were the thoughts and motives of their secret lives; why they lived laborious days, and spurned the tempting delights of sense; what was the spiritual atmosphere in which they breathed; what the secret source of endeavor, never slackening till the goal was won. 3. Books, like men, have a two-fold nature. Paper, print, and binding, are their bodily substances, and the thoughts that breathe along their pages may be called their spirit. And since we would be lōth to abuse our living friend and benefactor, or his dead remains, we ought not to abuse a good book. That, in the present day, books are cheap, is no reason why they should be cheaply estimated. 4. Some persons of our acquaintance are, we are sorry to say, grossly wanting in a reverence for books. Thus, one excellent gentleman never takes up a volume without grasping it firmly between finger and thumb of both hands, and twisting it suddenly, as it were, inside out, by bringing his knuckles together behind. He may thus break the back of the book, especially if it be in boards, or only bound in cloth. 5. Another of our friends has a knack of pulling at each leaf, as he reads it, and thumbing and pinching it, like a man in the paper market trying the stoutness of a sample. We happened, once, to take this gentleman with us into a shop where prints were sold. While we were turning over a portfolio, in search of a portrait, he opened another, of new prints, and began looking at them for pastime. The proprietor flew forward, and seized his arm, saying, "I will show you those prints, sir, with pleasure; but can not allow you to handle them." 6. Why not? Other gentlemen are handling prints." "Pardon me,—you do not know what you are about," said the shop-keeper, as he tied up the portfolio. "Were I to suffer you to proceed, you would do two hundred dollars' worth of mischief in a quarter of an hour. You should handle no prints but your own." 7. The rebuke was perfectly just; and, like the delinquent in question, there are numbers of inconsiderate people, whose touch, albeit with fingers of the very cleanest, is ruin to a fine print or drawing, which, when once crumpled, or "kinked," as the dealers say, can never again be pressed flat, or offered for sale as new. Books in folio or in quarto, especially when illus'trated, require as delicate handling as prints; and |