say, that this letter of
admission couldn't be written except the bishop knew his name in full?
Unlucky! Faith if ever a horse was lucky this is he."

"I declare, Docthor," said the father, "I can neither sit nor stand, nor
think of any one thing for a minute, I'm so much on the fidgets to know
what the Bishop 'ill say."

"I also," said Dionysius, "am in state of evaporation and uncertainty
touching the same point. However, this I can affirm with veracity, that
if I am rejected, my mind is made up to pursue an antithetical course of
life altogether. If he rejects me now, he will never reject me again."

"Musha, how--Denny--Dionysis, avick? What do you mane?" said the father.

"I will give," said the son, "what is designated a loose translation of
my meaning to Mr. Finnerty here, if I find that I am excluded on this
occasion."

"And if you do succeed," said the priest, "I would advise you to hire
a loose translator during the remainder of your residence among us; for
upon my veracity, Dionysius, the King's English will perform hard duty
until you enter Maynooth. Not a word under six feet will be brought into
the ranks--grenadiers every one of them, not to mention the thumpers you
will coin."

"Come, Docthor Finnerty," said our candidate, pulling up a little, "if
the base Latin which you put into circulation were compared with
my English thumpers, it would be found that of the two, I am more
legitimate and etymological."

"I shall be happy to dispute that point with you another time," said the
priest, "when we can--Silence, here comes the Counsellor."

"Mr. O'Shaughnessy," said the lawyer, addressing the candidate, "allow
me to congratulate you on your success! Your business is accomplished.
The Bishop is just finishing a letter for you to the President of
Maynooth. I assure you, I feel great pleasure at your success."

"Accept my thanks, sir," said Denis, whose eye was instantly lit up with
delight--"accept my most obsequious thanks to the very furthest extent
of my gratitude."

The Barrister then shook hands with old Denis. "O'Shaughnessy," said he,
"I am very happy that I have had it in my power to serve you and your
son."

"Counsellor," said Denis, seizing his hand in both of his--"Counsellor,
_ahagur machree_ Counsellor, oh, what--what--can I say!--Is he--is it
possible--is it thruth that my boy is to go to Maynewth this time? Oh,
if you knew, but knew, the heavy, dead weight you tuck off o' my heart!
O