extensive parish; and I have further the pleasure," he continued, taking
up Andy Morrow's Punch, "of drinking your very good health, sir."

"And I have the honor," returned the stranger, rising up, and diving
his head among the flitches of bacon that hung in the chimney, "of
introducing you and the Rev. Mr. M'--M'--M'----"

"Clatchagan, sir," subjoined Father Ned.

"Peter M'Illclatchagan, to Mr. Longinus Polysyllabus Alexandrinus."

"By my word, sir, but it's a good and appropriate name, sure enough,"
said Father Ned, surveying his enormous length; "success to me but
you're an Alexandrine from head to foot--non solum Longinus, sed
Alexandrinus."

"You're wrong, sir, in the Latin," said Father Peter.

"Prove it, Peter--prove it."

"It should be non tantum, sir."

"By what rule Pether?"

"Why, sir, there's a phrase in Corderius's Colloquies that I could
condimn you from, if I had the book."

"Pether, you think you're a scholar, and, to do you justice, you're cute
enough sometimes; but, Pether, you didn't travel for it, as I did--nor
were you obliged to lep out of a college windy in Paris, at the time of