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 The following Imaginable but melancholy picture of the poverty and ignorance of an Irish schoolmaster. is probably quite oyer- drawn--gtound down 10 the earth how ever, as that oppressed people are, and mean and seanty as ire the provisions fer primary schools but few countries possess teachers who are in general more deeply versed in classical studies, especially in the Latin; tongue. 6iovsnliness and even raggedness of external habliments Is not always an evidence that the mind itself may not be adorned with the richest endowments:

 .4 Kerry sioolmdsier's .address.--sHcre, byes, (boys) shake grain of straw along the wall for the little girls to sit on--ihrow your turfs in inc corner, ana bring over my stoo. here close to the fire. I thought I'd fonld you before, Felix, 10 bring sod of turfeyery mornin Sii down, sit, sit down say, on the floor along wid the rest and get your lesson, and don't let me see you near the fire all this blessed day. Now, byes, what are you afterl Silence! Alb, ab: bag, bag; Silence! Jem Doherty, whip the door off the hinges, and clap il on this row of sods--there now, borrow bit of chalk from Kernahan, ;ill l write large hand copy. Hum, buz-ba, be, bi, bo, bu, buz--Tony FlanaElan, come over here. Arrah, why don't you, come, sir, when l bid youl See, here, spell me this word Con-stan-ti-no-ple. Byes that's tue nano Of the Grand Turk See what 1t is to know navigation. l don't suppose there's man in the barony, barring myself and the priest, can tell who Constantinoplc is!'' -Croher's Legends of tisc Lckc 2 Ksllars ney.--.N r. E. Star.