"An' I'd like to know, Thady, who's to pay me for it, if I do. A purty
return Michael Rooney made me for making him such a linguist as he is.
'You're a tyrant,' said he, when he grew up, 'and instead of expecting
me to thank you for your instructions, you ought to thank me for not
preparing you for the county hospital, as a memento of the cruelty
and brutality you made me feel, when I had the misfortune to be a poor
scholar! under you.' And so, because he became curate of the parish, he
showed me the outside of it."

"But will you tache this poor young boy, sir?"

"Let me know who's to guarantee his payments."

"I have money myself, sir, to pay you for two years," replied Jemmy.
'They told me, sir, that you were a great scholar, an' I refused to stop
in other schools by rason of the name you have for Latin and Greek."

"Verbum sat," exclaimed the barefaced knave. "Come here. Now, you see,
I persave you have dacency. Here is your task; get that half page by
heart. You have a cute look, an' I've no doubt but the stuff's in you.
Come to me afther dismiss, 'till we have a little talk together."

He accordingly pointed out the task, after which he placed him at his
side, lest the inexperienced boy might be put on his guard by any of the
scholars. In this intention, however, he was frustrated by Thady, who,
as he thoroughly detested the knavish tyrant, resolved to caution
the poor scholar against his dishonesty. Thady, indeed most heartily
despised the mercenary pedagogue, not only for his obsequiousness to the
rich, but on account of his severity to the children of the poor. About