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"The very time, Briney; but God be thanked, Father Philip settled him to the day of judgment." "And where did he put him, Phaddhy?" "Why, he wanted to be put anundher the hearth-stone; but Father Philip made him walk away with himself into a thumb-bottle, and tied a stone to it, and then sent him to where he got a cooling, the thief, at the bottom of the lough behind the house."
He was not aware, however, that Briney had kept that place open during the preceding part of the week, in order to effect this point. Father Philemy, however, was now beginning to relate another anecdote to the Captain, and the thread of his narrative twined rather ludicrously with that of the examination. Briney, after, a few hems, at length proceeded "Gallus Gallinaceus, a dung-hill cock "
Ah, Briney, my poor fellow, ye'll never be the cut of a man yer father was; but no matther, avourneen, ye'll be a betther man, I hope; and God knows you may asy be that, for Father Philemy, I'm not what I ought to be, yer Reverence; however, I may mend, and will, maybe, before a month of Sundays goes over me: but, for all that, Briney, I hope to see the day when you'll be sitting an ordained priest at my own table; if I once saw that, I could die contented so mind yer larning, acushla, and, his Reverence here will back you, and make inthorest to get you into the college.
"Is that Latin or Greek, Briney?" "It's Latin, Phaddhy." "And what's the translation of that?" "It signifies the Fables of AEsiopius." "Bliss my sowl! and Briney, did ye consther that out of yer own head?" "Hogh! that's little of it. If ye war to hear me consther Gallus Gallinaceus, a dunghill cock?" "And, Briney, are ye in Greek at all yet?"
On the drop he confessed his guilt, and that he, and not Duncan, was the murderer of Daly. Owen was immediately released, and a subscription raised for him, with which, as well as with a weighty purse presented to Ellen by Lady , he took a comfortable farm, and rebought "Black Bess." "Huroo! at id agin. Success, Briney. Ha! take that, you ould dust. Will you bewitch our cattle now, Nanny?
"Well, Phaddhy, we were once modest and bashful ourselves, and I'm glad to hear that he's afraid of his clargy; but let him be prepared for me on Thursday, and maybe I'll let him know something he never heard before; I'll open his eyes for him." "Do you hear that, Briney?" said the father, aside to the son, who knelt at his knee; "you must give up yer hurling and idling now, you see.
And Father Philemy, maybe it's myself didn't put the thrick upon you in the Maragy More, about Katty's death ha, ha, ha! Jack M'Craner, yer health all yer healths, and yer welcome here, if you war seven times as many. Briney, where are you, ma bouchal? Come up and shake hands wid yer father, as well as another come up, acushla, and kiss me.
"No, Phaddhy, I'll not be in Greek till I'm in Virgil and Horace, and thin I'll be near finished." "And how long will it be till that, Briney?" "Why, Phaddhy, you know I'm only a year and a half at the Latin, and in two years more I'll be in the Greek." "Do ye think will ye ever be as larned as! Father Philemy, Briney?"
On the other hob sits Briney, hard at his syntax, with the Fibulae AEsiopii, as he called it, placed open at a particular passage, on the seat under him, with a hope that, when Philemy will examine him, the book may open at his favorite fable of "Gallus Gallinaceus a dung-hill cock."
"No, no, Briney," said Father Con, "I'm not about to examine you at present." "He's a little dashed, yer Reverence, be-kase he thought you war going to put him through some of his Latin," said the father, bringing him up like a culprit to Father Con, who shook hands with him, and, after a few questions as to the books he read, and his progress, dismissed him.
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