Whish-h-h!--silence! I say.

How do you do, Mr.Burke?
I am proud of a visit from you, sir; perhaps you would light down and examine a class.
My Greeks are all absent to-day; but I have a beautiful class o' Romans in the Fourth Book of Virgil--immortal Maro.

Do try them, Mr.Hycy; if they don't do Dido's death in a truly congenial spirit I am no classic.
Of one thing I can assure you, that they ought; for I pledge my reputation it is not the first time I've made them practice the Irish cry over it.

This, however, was but natural; for it is now well known to the learned that, if Dido herself was not a fair Hibernian, she at least spoke excellent Irish.

Ah, Mr.Hycy," he added, with a grin, "the birch is the only pathetic switch growing! Will you come in, sir ?" "No, thank you, Mr.Finigan; but perhaps you would have the goodness to come out for a little;" and, as he spoke, he nodded towards the public-house.