"Tell Misther Corcoran to come into coort," said the man, laughing, "my
Lordship's waitin' to hear his defince for intindin' not to run away wid
Miss Judy Malowny. Tell him Lord Garty's ready to pass sintince on him
for not stalin' the heart of her wid his Rule o' Three. Ha! by the holy
farmer, you'll get it for stayin' from school to this hour. Be quick,
abouchal!"
In a few minutes the trembling urchin, glad of any message that might
serve to divert the dreaded birch from himself, entered the, uproarious
"Siminary," caught his forelock, bobbed down his head to the master,
and pitched his "two sods" into a little'heap of turf which lay in the
corner of the school.
"Arrah, Pat Roach, is this an hour to inter into my establishment wid
impunity? Eh, you Rosicrusian?"
"Masther, sir," replied the adroit monkey, "I've a message for you, sir,
i' you plase."
"An' what might the message be, Masther; Pat Roach? To dine to-day wid
your worthy father, abouchal?"
"No, sir; it's from one o' Mr. Lanigan's boys--him that belongs to the
carts, sir; he wants to spake to you, sir, i' you plase."
"An' do you give that by way of an apologetical oration for your absence
from the advantages of my tuition until this hour? However, non constat
Patrici; I'll pluck the crow wid you on my return. If you don't find
yourself a well-flogged youth for your 'mitchin,' never say that this
right hand can administer condign punishment to that part of your
physical theory which constitutes the antithesis to your vacuum caput.
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