"To see the prisident," was the answer.
"You'd better be goin' to school, I'm thinkin'."
"School, father!" said Terrence, with an impatient shrug of his shoulders. "Faith, don't talk to me of schools and colleges, when it's a war we are goin' to have, sure. My next school will be breakin' heads."
"Be the times, you'll have yer own cracked!"
"Not before I've got even with some of the divilish Britons, methinks."
"What be ye goin' to see the prisident about?"
This interview, the reader will bear in mind, was before war had been declared.
"I am going to tell Prisident Madison to give Johnny Bull a good whippin'."
"Prisident Madison will tell yez to moind yer own business," the Hibernian answered.
"We'll see about that!"