sporting Squire O'Canter is a thousand pounds worse than nOthin'."

 Paddy Doran, come up to your 'Inth- reSt."-Well, Paddy, what's the inthrest of hundred pound, at five per cent ? Boys some of you let a .foT pass there, man. ners, you thieves you.'

 "Do you mane, masther, per cent per Gn- num!"

 "To be sure I do-how do you state h?'

 I'll say as hundher pound is to one year, so is five per cent per annum."

 Hum-why what's the number of the sum Paddy 2" "'Tis No. 84, Sir !" (The master steals glance at the Key to Gough.) "I only want to look at it in the Cough, you see, Paddy-and how darc you give me such an answer; you bigheaded dunce, you, go off an study it, you rascally Lilliputian-olfwi wid you, and don't let me see your ugly mug till you l know it.

 "Now, gintlemen, for the Classics and first the Latinaariaus: Larry Classidy, come up wid your Asop. Larry, you're a year at Latin am don't think you know Latin for frise ,what your own coat is made of Larry. But in the first place Larry, do you know what man that taches. classics is called 2" "A school-master, Sir.'- (Whack, whack.) "Take that for your ignorance, you wooden-headed-goose, you |-(Whack, whack) and that to the back of it-ha that'll tache you--to call a man that taches classics schoolmaster, in- deed 'tis Pro6ssor of Humanity itself, he is-(whack, whack, whack, ,)-ha you ringlader, you; you're as bad as Dick o. Conneil, that no masther in the. country could get any good of, in regard that he put the whole school together by the ears, wherever he'd be, though the spalpeen wouldn't stand and fight himself. Hard fortune to you, to go and put such an af- front upon me an me, a Proissor of Hu- manity. Whats Latin for brooches 2" " "Fem-fenl-femina." "No, it's not Sir that's Latin for woman. Femora -" Can you do it2" "Don't strike me, Sir, an will" "I say can you do it 2" Femoral ;"-(whack, whack, whack, J. "Ah Sir! ah Sir 'tis femorali-Gh, Sir !'' "This treatment to Pro6ssor of Human ity-(whack, whack, whack, whack; kick. kick, kick, thump, thump, thump, cuff, cuff, cuf-drives him head over heels to his seat. )-Now Sir, may be you'll have Latin for brooches again, or, by my sowl, if you don't, you must strip, and I'll tache you what Pro6ssor of Humanity is !''