“I had to go to Paddy Nowlan's for to-baccy, sir, for my father.” (Weeping with his hand knowingly across his face--one eye laughing at his comrades.)-- “You lie, it wasn't.” “If you call me a liar agin, I'll give you a dig in the mug.” “It's not in your jacket.” “Isn't it?” “Behave yourself; ha! there's the masther looking at you--ye'll get it now.”-- “None at all, Tim? And she's not after sinding an excuse wid you? What's that undher your arm?” “My Grough, sir.”--(Buz, buz, buz.) “Silence, boys. And, you blackguard Lilliputian, you, what kept you away till this?” “One bird pickin', two men thrashin'; one bird pickin', two men thrashin'; one bird pickin'--” “Sir, they're stickn' pins in me, here.” “Who is, Briney?” “I don't know, sir, they're all at it.” “Boys, I'll go down to yez.” “I can't carry him, sir, he'd be too heavy for me: let Larry Toole do it, he's stronger nor me; any way, there, he's putting a corker pin in his mouth.” *--(Buz, buz, buz.) * In the hedge schools it was usual for the unfortunate culprit about to be punished to avail himself of all possible stratagems that were calculated to diminish his punishment. Accordingly, when put upon another boy's back to be horsed, as it was termed, he slipped a large pin, called a corker, in his mouth, and on receiving the first blow stuck it into the neck of the boy who carried him. This caused the latter to jump and bounce about in such a manner that many of the blows directed at his burthen missed their aim. It was an understood thing, however, that the boy carrying the felon should aid him in every way in his power, by yielding, moving', and shifting about, so that it was only when he seemed to abet the master that the pin was applied to him. “Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo--I'll never stay away agin, sir; indeed I won't, sir. Oh, sir, clear, pardon me this wan time; and if ever you cotch me doing the like agin, I'll give you lave to welt the sowl out of me.”--(Buz buz, buz.). “Behave yourself, Barny Byrne.” “I'm not touching you.” “Yes, you are; didn't you make me blot my Copy?” “Ho, by the livin', I'll pay you goin' home for this.” “Hand me the taws.” “Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo--what'll I do, at all at all! Oh, sir dear, sir dear, sir dear--hoo-hoo-hoo.” “Did she send no message, good or bad, before I lay on?” “Oh, not a word, sir, only that my father killed a pig yestherday, and he wants you to go up to-day at dinner-time.”--(Buz, buz, buz.) “It's time to get lave--it isn't, it is--it isn't, it is,” etc. “You lie, I say, your faction never was able to fight ours; didn't we lick all your dirty breed in Builagh-battha fair?” “Silence there.”--(Buz, buz, buz.) “Will you meet us on Sathurday, and we'll fight it out clane!”