It is not with me as it was wid Dido--hem--
Non 'haeret lateri lethalis arundo,'
as Virgil says. Yet I can't say, but if a friend were to become
spokesman for me, and insinuate in my behalf a small taste of amorous
sintimintality, why--hem, hem, hem! The company's health! Lad, James
M'Evoy, your health, and success to you, my good boy!--hem, hem!"
"Here's wishin' him the same!" said the farmer.
"James," said the schoolmaster, "you are goin' to Munsther, an' I can
say that I have travelled it from end to end, not to a bad purpose, I
hope--hem! Well, a bouchal, there are hard days and nights before you,
so keep a firm heart. If you have money, as 'tis likely you have, don't
let a single rap of it into the hands of the schoolmaster, although the
first thing he'll do will be to bring you home to his own house, an'
palaver you night an' day, till he succeeds in persuading you to leave
it in his hands for security. You might, if not duly pre-admonished,
surrender it to his solicitations, for--
'Nemo mortalium omnibus horis sapit.'
Michael, what case is mortalium?" added he, suddenly addressing one of
the farmer's sons; "come, now, Michael, where's your brightness? What
case is mortalium?"
The boy was taken by surprise, and for a few minutes could not reply.
"Come man," said the father, "be sharp, spake out bravely, an' don't be
afraid; nor don't be in a hurry aither, we'll wait for you."
"Let him alone--let him alone," said Corcoran; "I'll face the same boy
agin the county for cuteness.
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