Clinton," replied the schoolmaster, with a
grin--"there goes wit for us, no less--and originality besides. See what
it is to have a great janius!--ha! ha! ha!"
"Well, Mr. O'Finigan," pursued Hycy, "but about the ladies? You have not
given us your opinion."
"Why, then, they are both highly gifted wid beauty, and strongly
calculated to excite the amorous sentiments of refined and elevated
affection."
"Well done, Mr. Plantation," said Hycy; "you are improving--proceed."
"Miss Cavanagh, then," continued Finigan, "I'd say was a goddess, and
Miss M'Mahon her attendant nymph."
"Good again, O'Finigan," said Clinton; "you are evidently at home in the
mythology."
"Among the goddesses, at any rate," replied the master, with another
grin.
"Provided there is no matrimony in the question," said Clinton.
"Ah, Mr. Clinton, don't, if you please. That's a subject you may respect
yet as much as I do; but regarding my opinion of the two beauties in
question, why was it solicited, Mr. Hycy?" he added, turning to that
worthy gentlemen.
"Faith, I'm not able to say, most learned Philomath; only, is it true
that Bryan, the clodhopper, has matrimonial designs upon the fair
daughter of the regal Cavanagh?"
"_Sic vult fama_, Mr. Hycy, upon condition that a certain accomplished
young gentleman, whose surname commences with the second letter of
the alphabet, won't offer--for in that case, it is affirmed, that the
clodhopper should travel.
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