know it; and I will make that boy the pride
of Ireland, if I'm spared. I'll show him _cramboes_ that would puzzle
the great Scaliger himself; and many other difficulties I'll let him
into, that I have never let out yet, except to Tim Kearney, that bate
them all at Thrinity College in Dublin up, last June."

"Arrah, how was that, Masther?"

"Tim, you see, went in to his Entrance Examinayshuns, and one of the
Fellows came to examine him, but divil a long it was till Tim sacked
him.

"'Go back agin', says Tim, 'and sind some one that's able to tache me,
for you're not.'

"So another greater scholar agin came to yry Tim, and did thry him, and
Tim made a _hare_ of _him_, before all that was in the place--five or
six thousand ladies and gintlemen, at laste!

"The great learned Fellows thin began to look odd enough; so they picked
out the best scholar among them but one, and slipped him at Tim; but
well becomes Tim, the never a long it was till he had him, too, as dumb
as a post. The fellow went back--

"'Gintlemen,' says he to the rest, 'we'll be disgraced all out,' says
he, 'for except the Prowost sacks that Munsther spalpeen, he'll bate us
all, an' we'll never be able to hould up our heads afther.'

"Accordingly, the Prowost attacks Tim; and such a meetin' as they had,
never was seen in Thrinity College since its establishment. At last when
they had been nine hours and a half at it, the Prowost put one word to
him that Tim couldn't expound, so he lost it by one word only. For
the last two hours the Prowost carried on the examinashun in Hebrew,
thinking, you see, he had Tim there; but he was mistaken, for Tim
answered him in good Munsther Irish, and it so happened that they
understood each other, for the two languages are first cousins, or, at
all evints, close blood relations. Tim was then pronounced to be the
best scholar in Ireland except the Prowost; though among ourselves, they
might have thought of the man that taught him. That, however, wasn't
all. A young lady fell in love wid Tim, and is to make him a present of
herself and her great fortune (three estates) the moment he becomes a
counsellor; and in the meantime she allows him thirty pounds a year to
bear his expenses, and live like a gintleman.

"Now to return to the youth in the corner: _Nemo mortalium omnibus horis
sapit_, Jemmy keep your money, or give it to the priest to keep, and
it will be safest; but by no means let the Hyblean honey of the
school