n' me, to Slickville, for takin' away his
character, about stealing the watch to Nova Scotia; well, I jist pleaded
my own case, and I ups and sais, 'Gentlemen of the Jury,' sais I,
"Expected's character, every soul knows, is about the wust in all
Slickville. If I have taken it away, I have done him a great sarvice,
for he has a smart chance of gettin' a better one; and if he don't find
a swap to his mind, why no character is better nor a bad one.'

"Well, the old judge and the whole court larfed right out like any
thin'; and the jury, without stirrin' from the box, returned a vardict
for the defendant. P'raps now, that mought be the case with the Tories."

"The difference," said Mr. Hopewell, is jist this:--your friend, Mr.
Expected Thorne, had a name he had ought to have been ashamed of, and
the Tories one that the whole nation had very great reason to be
proud of. There is some little difference, you must admit. My English
politics, (mind you, I say English, for they hare no reference to
America,) are Tory, and I don't want to go to Sir Robert Peel, or Lord
John Russell either."

"As for Johnny Russell," said Mr. Slick, "he is a clever little chap
that; he--"

"Don't call him Johnny Russell," said Mr. Hopewell, "or a little chap,
or such flippant names, I don't like to hear you talk that way. It
neither becomes you as a Christian nor a gentleman. St. Luke and St.
Paul, when addressing people of rank, use the word '[Greek text]'
which, as nearly as possible, answers to the title of 'your Excellency.'
Honour, we are told, should be given to those to whom honour is due;
and if we had no such authority on the subject, the omission of titles,
where they are usual and legal, is, to say the least of it, a vulgar
familiarity, ill becoming an Attache of our embassy. But as I was
saying, I do not require to go to either of those statesmen to be
instructed in my politics. I take mine where I take my religion, from
the Bible. 'Fear God, honour the King, and meddle not with those that
are given to change.'"

"Oh, Minister," said Mr. Slick, "you mis't a figur at our glorious
Revolution, you had ought to have held on to the British; they would
have made a bishop of you, and shoved you into the House of Lords, black
apron, lawn sleeves, shovel hat and all, as sure as rates. 'The right
reverend, the Lord Bishop of Slickville:' wouldn't it look well on
the back of a letter, eh? or your signature to one sent to me, signed
'Joshua