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XXII. - MAZEPPA'S STORY.
U'KRAINE (ooʻkrāin), n., territory of Rout, n., a clamorous multitude.
LIEU (lū), n., stead ; place; behalf. RAB'BLE, n., a low mob.
Fain, ad., gladly. TÚR'RET, n., a small tower.
PÕRT-CUL'LIS, n., a machine over a BĂR'RI-ER, N.,. an obstruction.
gateway, ready to be let down to UN-COURT'E-OUS (-kúrt'e-us), Q., un- keep out an enemy. civil.
Moat, n., a ditch round a castle.
Sound the ea in hearth as in heart. Pronounce e'er (contraction of ever) like air
« BRING forth the horse!” — the horse was brought:
In truth he was a noble steed,
A Tartar of the Ukraine breed,
Wild as the wild deer, and untaught;
'T was but a day he had been caught;
Away! — away! - my breath was gone ;
A moment from that rabble rout.
With sudden wrath I wrenched my head,
And snapped the cord which to the mane
Had bound my neck in lieu of rein, And, writhing half my form about, Howled back my rage ; but ’mid the tread, The thunder of my courser's speed, Perchance they did not hear nor heed. It vexes me, for I would fain Have paid their insult back again
I paid it well-in after days:
Where stood the hearth-stone of the hall; And many a time ye there might pass, Nor dream that e'er that fortress was !
I saw its turrets in a blaze,
And the hot lead pour down like rain From off the scorched and blackening roof, Whose thickness was not vengeance-proof.
They little thought, that day of pain, When launched, as on the lightning's flash, They băde me to destruction dash,
That one day I should come again, With twice five thousand horse, to thank
The Count for his uncourteous ride. They played me then a bitter prank,
When, with the wild horse for my guide,
And if we do but watch the hour,
Which could evade, if unforgiven,
LORD BYRON. (1788 — 1824.)
- THE AMERICANS NOT TO BE CONQUERED.
FÓL'SOME, a., nauseous ; gross. LEN'I-TY, n., mercy; clemency.
AD'U-LA-TO-RY, a., flattering.
AN’ARCH-Y (anʼark-y), n., confusion. MIN'IS-TER, n., an officer of state ; al- FUN-DA-MENT'AL, a., serving for tho so, a clergyman.
foundatien ; essential. Do not say bruthren for broth'ren ; fax for facts ; presunt for pres'ént.
Ther-mop'y-læ was a pass, celebrated in Grecian history for the stand made by Leoni. das, with three hundred Spartans, against the host of Xerxes.
1. Sir, it ill becomes the duty and dignity of Parliament to lose itself in such a fülsome, adulatory Address to the Throne as that now proposed. We ought răther to approach it with sound and wholesome advice, and even with remonstrances against the ministers who have precipitated the British nation into an unjust, ruinous, murderous, and felonious
2. I call the war with our brethren in America an unjust and felonious war, because the primary cause and confessed origin of it is to attempt to take their money from them without their consent, con'trary to the common rights of all mankind, and to those great fundamental principles of the English constitution,
for which Hampden bled:
3. I assert that it is a murderous war, because it is an effort to deprive men of their lives for standing up in the defense of their property and their clear rights. Such a war, I fear, will draw down the vengeance of Heaven on this devoted kingdom. Sir, is
Sir, is any minis- . 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 defile, 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 revolution of 1775, as we do that of 1688?
John WILKES. (1717 — 1797.)
XXIV.-A MAGPIE AT CHURCH.
PRE'CINCT, n., a boundary.
AISLE (ile), n., a passage in a churoh.
COM-MUTE', v. t., to exchange.
Wont (wŭnt), a., accustomed. Do not say doo for dūe ; dooring for dūr'ing; jined for joined ; keounty for county, winder for win'dow; ware for were (wer). Pronounce wont, wŭnt ; against, a-gěnst.
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, rec'ogniz ing many a friend, who was wont to greet him with words of kindness and familiarity. But on this occasion 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