Oh! I know well! I never had a scholar I was so proud out of.
Hycy Burke was smart, quick, and cunning; but then he was traicherous--something of a coward when he had his match--strongly addicted to fiction in most of his narratives, and what was still a worse point about him, he had the infamous ingenuity, whenever he had a point to gain--such as belying a boy and taking away his characther--of making truth discharge all the blackguard duties of falsehoood.

Oh! I know them both well! But who among all I ever enlightened wid instruction was the boy that always tould the truth, even when it went against himself ?--why, Bryan M'Mahon.

Who ever defended the absent ?--why, Bryan M'Mahon.

Who ever and always took the part of the weak and defenceless against the strong and tyrannical ?--why, Bryan M'Mahon.

Who fought for his religion, too, when the young heretics used to turn it, or try to turn it, into ridicule--ay, and when cowardly and traicherous Hycy used to sit quietly by, and either put the insult in his pocket, or curry favor wid the young sneering vagabonds that abused it?
And yet, at the time Hycy was a thousand times a greater little bigot than Bryan.