is to one year, so is five per cent, per
annum."

"Hum--why what's the number of the sum Paddy?"

"'Tis No. 84, sir. (The master steals a glance at the Key to Gough.)

"I only want to look at it in the Gough, you see, Paddy,--an' how dare
you give me such an answer, you big-headed dunce, you--go off an' study
it, you rascally Lilliputian--off wid you, and don't let me see your
ugly mug till you know it."

"Now, gintlemen, for the Classics; and first for the Latinaarians--Larry
Cassidy, come up wid your Aisop. Larry you're a year at Latin, an' I
don't think you know Latin for frize, what your own coat is made of,
Larry. But, in the first place, Larry, do you know what a man that
taiches Classics is called?"

"A schoolmasther, sir." (Whack, whack, whack.).

"Take that for your ignorance--and that to the back of it--ha; that'll
taiche you--to call a man that taiches Classics a schoolmaster, indeed!
'Tis a Profissor of Humanity itself, he is--(whack, whack, whack,)--ha!
you ringleader, you; you're as bad as Dick M'Growler, that no masther in
the county could get any good of, in regard that he put the whole school
together by the ears, wherever he'd be, though the spalpeen wouldn't
stand fight himself. Hard fortune to you! to go to put such an affront
upon me, an' me a Profissor of Humanity. What's Latin for pantaloons?"

"Fern--fern--femi--"

"No, it's not, sir."

"Femora--"

"Can you do it?"

"Don't strike me, sir, don't strike me, sir, an' I will."

"I say, can you do it?"

"Femorali,"--(whack, whack, whack,)--

"Ah, sir! ah, sir! 'tis fermorali--ah, sir! 'tis fermorali--ah, sir!"--

"This thratement to a Profissor of Humanity--(drives him head over heels
to his seat).--Now, sir, maybe you'll have Latin for throwsers agin,
or by my sowl, if you don't, you must peel, and I'll tache you what a
Profissor of Humanity is!

"Dan Roe, you little starved-looking spalpeen, will you come up to your
Elocution?--and a purty figure you cut at it, wid a voice like a penny
thrumpet, Dan! Well, what speech have you got now, Dan, _ma bouchal_. Is
it, 'Romans, counthrymin, and lovers?'"

"No, shir; yarrah, didn't I spake that speech before?"

"No, you didn't, you fairy. Ah, Dan, little as you are, you take credit
for more than ever you spoke, Dan, agrah; but, faith, the same thrick
will come agin you some time or other, avick! Go and get that speech
betther; I see by your face, you haven't it; off wid you, and get a