286 Old-time Schools and School-books
there's not a ram in the flock that wears horns more tre-mariously than I do.
G. T. Ha, ha, ha, tremariously, O distravagant! well, my son's a fool and my husband a jack-ass but hark you, this chip o' yourn, this Mackademicianer, inserts that our tin quart is brim full, when I shook, and shook, and shook every atom, and morsel, and grain of beer out of it and there was not a bit nor a jot in't any more than there is in his head, not a bit more.
Old T. Ay, ay, I warrant ye, nothing more brovebler
yes, yes, and he told me about the dentity of pinticles in fire and as how the proximation to fire made the sentiments of heat. Odd's buds! he's ruin'd, he's undone ! Well, well, I'll go to the Protector, (Preceptor) I'll pound him I'll mawl him I'll see if he'll make Len a fool again
G. T. Well, well, take him away, take him home, I'll larn him. If you'll let him alone I believe I can make him know a little something. But the conceptor! I'll strip his head for him I'll make it as bare as an egg
I'll pull his soul case out.
Old T. Why good George ! I sent him to the mackad-emy to get laming. If this is laming, my dog knows more than the Protector and the Mackademy besides.
Old T. How now, how now, coxcomb ! Why, Len, you're a fool! You're crazy, you're melirious, as your poor mother says.
Leander. Sir, you know you have a right to command your own, but I think, Sir, that the abuse of such power is worse than the want of it. Have I, Sir, deserved such treatment!
Old T Yes, you have reserved the gallows ay, ay,