"I know it, Mr. Lanigan, I 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,