them past to rust, you consave. The beef and mutton must follow; and
in future I'm resolved to have my _tay_ breakfast. There are geese,
and turkeys, and pullets enough about the yard, and I am bent on
accomplishing myself in the art of carving them. I'm not the man now
to be placed among the other riff-raff' of the family over a basket of
potatoes, wid a black clerical coat upon me, and a noggin of milk under
my arm! I tell you the system must be changed: the schoolmaster is
abroad, and I'll tolerate such vulgarity no longer. Now saddle the horse
till I ride across the bog to Pether Rafferty's Station, where I'm to
sarve mass; plase heaven, I'll soon be able to say one myself, and give
you all a lift in spirituals--ehem!"

"Throth, Dinny, I b'lieve you're right, avick; and----"

"Vick me no longer, father--that's another thing I forgot. It's full
time that I should be sirred; and if my own relations won't call me Sir
instead of Dinny, it's hardly to be expected that strangers will do it.
I wish to goodness you had never stigmatized me wid so vulgar an epithet
as Dinny. The proper word is Dionysius; and, in future, I'll expect to
be called Misther Dionysius."

"Sure, I or your mother needn't be sirrin' you, Dinny?"

"I haven't made up my mind as to whether I'll demand that proof of
my respectability from you and my mother, or not; but on this I'm
immovable, that instead of Dinny, you must, as I said, designate me
Dionysius."

"Well, well, avourneen, I suppose only it's right you wouldn't be axin'
us; but I'm sure your poor mother will never be able to get her tongue