I'll put him up myself," said Denis to Father
Finnerty, as he took his horse by the bridle, and led him towards the
stable, "and how is my cowlt doin' wid you, sir?"

"Troublesome, Denis; he was in a bad state when I got him, and he'll
cost me nearly his price before I have him thoroughly broke."

"He was pretty well broke wid me, I know," replied Denis, "and I'm
afear'd you've given him into the hands of some one that knows little
about horses. Mave," he shouted, passing the kitchen door, "here's
Father Finnerty--go in, Docthor, and put big Brian Buie out o' the
corner; for goodness sake Exltimnicate him from the hob--an' sure you
have power to do that any way."

The priest laughed, but immediately assuming a grave face, as he
entered, exclaimed--

"Brian Buie, in the name of the forty-seventh proposition of Euclid's
Elements--in the name of the cube and square roots--of Algebra,
Mathematics, Fluxions, and the doctrine of all essential spirits that
admit of proof--in the name of Nebuchadanezar the divine, who invented
the convenient scheme of taking a cold collation under a hedge--by the
power of that profound branch of learning, the Greek Digemma--by the
authority of true Latin, primo, of Beotian Greek, secundo, and of
Arabian Hebrew, tertio; which is, when united by the skill of profound
erudition, primo, secundo, tertio; or, being reversed by the logic of
illustration, _tertio, secundo, primo. Commando te in nomine
botteli potheeni boni drinkandi his oedibus, hac note, inter amicos
excellentissimi amici mei, Dionissii O'Shaughnessy, quem beknavavi ex
excellentissimo colto ejus, causa pedantissimi filii ejus, designali
eccleseae, patri, sed nequaquam deo, nec naturae, nec ingenio;--commando
te inquam, Bernarde Buie, surgere, stare, ambulare, et decedere e
cornero isto vel hobbo, qua nunc sedes!_ Yes, I command thee, Brian
Buie, who sit upon the hob of my worthy and most excellent friend and
parishioner, Denis O'Shaughnessy, to rise, to stand up before your
spiritual superior, to walk down from it, and to tremble as if you were
about to sink into the earth to the neck, but no further; before the
fulminations of him who can wield the thunder of that mighty Salmoneus,
his holiness the Pope, successor to St. Peter, who left the servant of
the Centurion earless--I command and objurgate thee, sinner as thou art,
to vacate your seat on the hob for the man of sancity, whose legitimate
possession it is, otherwise I shall