“Now, boys, to yer dinners, and the rest to play.”

“Hurroo, darlins, to play—­the masther says it’s dinner-time!—­whip-spur-an’-
away-grey—­hurroo—­whack—­hurroo!”

“Masther, sir, my father bid me ax you home to yer dinner.”

“No, he’ll come to huz—­come wid me if you plase, sir.”

“Sir, never heed them; my mother, sir, has some of what you know—­of the flitch I brought to Shoneen on last Aisther, sir.”

This was a subject on which the boys gave themselves great liberty; an invitation, even when not accepted, being an indemnity for the day; it was usually followed by a battle between the claimants, and bloody noses sometimes were the issue.  The master himself, after deciding to go where he was certain of getting the best dinner, generally put an end to the quarrels by a reprimand, and then gave notice to the disappointed claimants of the successive days on which he would attend at their respective houses.

“Boys, you all know my maxim; to go, for fear of any jealousies, boys, wherever I get the worst dinner; so tell me now, boys, what yer dacent mothers have all got at home for me?”

“My mother killed a fat hen yesterday, sir, and you’ll have a lump of bacon and flat dutch along wid it.”

“We’ll have hung beef and greens, sir.”

“We tried the praties this mornin’, sir, and we’ll have new praties, and bread and butther, sir.”

“Well, it’s all good, boys; but rather than show favor or affection, do you see, I’ll go wid Andy, here, and take share of the hen an’ bacon:  but, boys, for all that, I’m fonder of the other things, you persave; and as I can’t go wid you, Mat, tell your respectable mother that I’ll be with her to-morrow; and with you, Larry, ma bouchal, the day afther.”

If a master were a single man he usually went round with the scholars each night—­but there were generally a few comfortable farmers, leading men in the parish, at whose house he chiefly resided; and the children of these men were treated, with the grossest and most barefaced partiality.  They were altogether privileged persons, and had liberty to beat and abuse the other children of the school, who were certain of being most unmercifully flogged, if they even dared to prefer a complaint against the favorites.  Indeed the instances of atrocious cruelty in hedge schools were almost incredible, and such as in the present enlightened time, would not be permitted.  As to the state of the “poor, scholar,” it exceeded belief; for he was friendless and unprotected.  But though legal prosecutions in those days were never resorted to, yet, according to the characteristic notions of Irish retributive justice, certain cases occurred, in which a signal, and at times, a fatal vengeance was executed on the person of the brutal master.  Sometimes the brothers and other relatives of the mutilated child would come in a body to the school, and flog the pedagogue with his own taws, until his back was lapped in blood.  Sometimes they would beat him until few symptoms of life remained.