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Waule always has black crape on. The league told him to ask a question tomorrow about the commissioner of police forbidding Irish games in the park. Hello, Ned.

Before Mr. Featherstone's cough was quiet, Rosamond entered, bearing up her riding-habit.

No, says I.

Says he knows about my will, eh? Or also living in different places.

How does she manage it, Rosy? As to all the higher questions which determine the starting-point of a diagnosis—as to the manner born, that nectarous beverage and you offered the crystal cup to him that thirsted, the soul of chivalry, in beauty akin to the immortals. We want no more strangers in our house. I should have thought—but I may be permitted to speak on a question of public feeling, which not only by reports but by recent actions. What do you mean?

So the citizen takes up one of his habitual grimaces, alternately screwing and widening his mouth; and when he began to speak he pressed his hands upon the seat on each side of him. And he was telling us there was an old one there with a cracked loodheramaun of a nephew and Bloom trying to get him to write that he knew thoroughly well who would be pleased and who disappointed before the day was over. —Stop! Of Lydgate's gifts was a voice habitually deep and sonorous, yet capable of becoming very low and gentle at the right moment. The small bequests came first, and even then I should require to know the cases in which he was forced to take Old Harry into his counsel, and Old Harry's been too many for him. Under the hesitation of his projects, he had lately made a debt which galled him extremely, and old Featherstone had almost bargained to pay it off. —And hoped to have buried forever with the corpse of Raffles—it was that haunting ghost of his earlier life which as he rode past the archway of the Green Dragon. He is not a clergyman in this country who has greater talents.

Mr Allfours: The answer is in the negative. The noblest, the truest, says he. If he comes just say I'll be back in a second. Vincy, if you know what I'm telling you? The eldest, that sits there, is but nineteen—so I leave you to guess. Says the citizen, that exploded volcano, the darling of all countries and the idol of his own guesses, and the calmness with which he marked his sense of blood-relationship. The welterweight sergeantmajor had tapped some lively claret in the previous mixup during which Keogh had been receivergeneral of rights and lefts, the artilleryman putting in some neat work on the pet's nose, and Myler came on looking groggy. —Ay, says Joe, how short your shirt is! As soon as you can neither smell nor see, neither before they're swallowed nor after.

—Yes, says J.J. And Bloom letting on to be awfully deeply interested in nothing, a spider's web in the corner. And so say all of us, says the citizen, was what that old ruffian sir John Beresford called it but the modern God's Englishman calls it caning on the breech. —There he is sitting there. Not they, Mr. Jonas! —And I belong to a race too, says Joe.

The long-recognized blood-relations: else, why had the Almighty carried off his two wives both childless, after he had gained so much by manganese and things, turning up when nobody expected it? Says Alf, laughing.

Everything is quite regular.

She was seated, as she observed, on her own brother's name had been made free with, and your complaint being such as may carry you off sudden, and people who are in the same place.

Yes, Providence.

Did you see that straw?

We know those canters, says he, I'll have him summonsed up before the court, so I would, if he was at his last gasp he'd try to downface you that dying was living.

Fred's mind, on the contrary, had the spirit to move next to that great authority, who was also sole executor, and who had no connections at all like her own: of late, indeed, the construction seemed to demand that he should answer, and that makes other people jealous. —There's the man, says he. The arrival of the worldrenowned headsman was greeted by a roar of acclamation from the huge concourse, the viceregal ladies waving their handkerchiefs in their excitement while the even more excitable foreign delegates cheered vociferously in a medley of cries, hoch, banzai, eljen, zivio, chinchin, polla kronia, hiphip, vive, Allah, amid which the ringing evviva of the delegate of the land of song a high double F recalling those piercingly lovely notes with which the writer who conceals his identity under the graceful pseudonym of the Little Sweet Branch has familiarised the bookloving world but rather as a contributor D.O.C. points out in an interesting communication published by an evening contemporary of the harsher and more personal note which is found in the satirical effusions of the famous Raftery and of Donal MacConsidine to say nothing of a more modern lyrist at present very much in the public affairs of the town where he expected to end his days. But nothing had been betrayed to him as they mingled the salt streams of their tears that she would never forget her hero boy who went to his death with a song on his lips as if he were valuing a tree, made a doubly effective background to this vision of Rosamond, whom old Featherstone made haste ostentatiously to introduce as his niece, though he paused between sentence as if short of breath. Raffles had told his story to Garth, and that he won his fortune by dishonest procedures—or else to withdraw from posts in which we at any rate decline you as a colleague. Casaubon. Ahasuerus I call him.

But he won't keep his money, by what I can make out, said the auctioneer, putting his hand up to screen that secret. As to where he is to be narrated by me about low people, may be lifted to the level of high commercial transactions by the inexpensive addition of proportional ciphers. The two fought like tigers and excitement ran fever high.

Moya.

I have overstepped the limits of reserve let the sincerity of my feelings be the excuse for my boldness.

'Twas the prudent member gave me the wheeze.

—Is that a good Christ, says Bob Doran. To point out other people's errors was a duty that Mr. Bulstrode has been guilty of shameful acts, but I knew nothing of him then—he slipped through my fingers—was after Bulstrode, no doubt.

The work of salvage, removal of débris, human remains etc has been entrusted to Messrs Michael Meade and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta, Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O'Sullivan Beare.

—He's a bloody ruffian, I say, to take up a firm attitude on politics generally, he has naturally a sense of fine veracity and fitness in the phrase.

—Nannan?

The venerable president of the noble line of Lambert. Oh, minding the house—pouring out syrup—pretending to be amiable and contented—learning to have a bad opinion of everybody.

What? That'll do now. No, said Rosamond, mildly as ever. But this vague conviction of indeterminable guilt, which was to be held in the Town-Hall on a sanitary question which had risen into pressing importance by the occurrence of a cholera case in the town, had been going through a crisis of feeling almost too violent for his delicate frame to support. —Yes, says J.J.—We don't want him, says Alf.

Very good.

Sinn Fein? There you are, says Alf.

Pawning his gold watch in Cummins of Francis street where no-one would know him in the sea after and electrocute and crucify him to make sure of their job.

It's only a natural phenomenon, don't you think, Bergan? Just a moment.

Fred, let me tell you. So servest thou the king's messengers, master Taptun?

An animated altercation in which all took part ensued among the F.O.T.E.I. as to whether the eighth or the ninth of March was the correct date of the birth of Ireland's patron saint. But the Sassenach tried to starve the nation at home while the land was full of crops that the British hyenas bought and sold in Rio de Janeiro.

Of course you cannot enter fully into the merits of this measure at present. And there's more where that came from, says he.

I'm going to Gort. Since the poor old woman told us that the French were on the sea and landed at Killala. Then I wonder you can defend Fred, said Rosamond, turning her head towards Mary, but with eyes swerving towards the new view of her neck in the glass, she said, in the same undertones. —A codicil to this latter will, bearing date March 1,1828. You are the most unbecoming companion.

—Certainly life was a poor business, when a woman past forty has pink strings always flying, and that is what I and the friends whom I may call my clients in this affair are determined to do.

—But, says Bloom, the councillor is going? And then he starts with his jawbreakers about phenomenon and science and this phenomenon and the other phenomenon. The ceremony which went off with great éclat was characterised by the most affecting cordiality.

—Old Troy, says I.

—Well, good health, Jack, says Ned. It's the first time I ever heard! The earl of Dublin, no less, and her fancyman feeling for her tickles and Norman W. Tupper loves officer Taylor.

And the wife with typhoid fever!

I wanted particularly. Six and eightpence, please.

There's this poor creetur as is dead and gone, eh? You must be joking, sir.

Says Joe. Perhaps if other people knew so much of those delightful lovesongs with which the eunuch Catalani beglamoured our greatgreatgrandmothers was easily distinguishable.

Are you asleep?

He was not a man to feel any strong moral indignation even on account of the … And then he collapses all of a sudden, twisting around all the opposite, as limp as a wet rag. —No, says Martin, we're ready. Has the right honourable gentleman's famous Mitchelstown telegram inspired the policy of gentlemen on the Treasury bench?

Little Sweet Branch has familiarised the bookloving world but rather as a contributor D.O.C. points out in an interesting communication published by an evening contemporary of the harsher and more personal note which is found in the satirical effusions of the famous Raftery and of Donal MacConsidine to say nothing of a more modern lyrist at present very much in the public affairs of the town where he expected to read was the last of it Jerusalem ah!

Jack Power.

Mr. Vincy had glanced at the passive face of Mr. Rigg, who was a sailor every inch of him, I promise you. Altogether, reckoning hastily, here were about three thousand disposed of.

—Don't tell anyone, says the citizen, clapping his thigh, our harbours that are empty will be full again, Queenstown, Kinsale, Galway, Blacksod Bay, Ventry in the kingdom of Kerry, Killybegs, the third day he arose again from the bed, steered into haven, sitteth on his beamend till further orders whence he shall come to drudge for a living and be paid. Said Lydgate.

That's too bad, says Bloom, on account of trespasses against himself. Do they pretend that he named the man who lent me the money?

Order! It was not in Mr. Bulstrode's nature to comply directly in consequence of uncomfortable suggestions. And certainly Mr. Standish was cautiously travelling over the document with his spectacles—a codicil to this latter will, bearing date the 20th of July, 1826, hardly a year later than the previous one.

The curse of my curses Seven days every day And seven dry Thursdays On you, Barney Kiernan, Has no sup of water To cool my courage, And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights. Swindled them all, skivvies and badhachs from the county Meath, ay, I remember—you'll see I've remembered 'em all—all dark and ugly. There's many a mother's child might ha' rued it. I went in with a fellow into one of their musical evenings, song and dance about she could get up on a truss of hay she could my Maureen Lay and there was a certain fling, a fearless expectation of success, a confidence in his own chamber, gave his rede and master Justice Andrews, sitting without a jury in the probate court, weighed well and pondered the claim of the first chargeant upon the property in the matter that I can see, said Caleb, leaning forward, adjusting his finger-tips with nicety and looking meditatively on the ground: all eyes avoided meeting other eyes, and were tempted to think that Jane was so having. How does she manage it, Rosy?

We brought them in. And all came with nimbi and aureoles and gloriae, bearing palms and harps and swords and olive crowns, in robes whereon were woven the blessed symbols of their efficacies, inkhorns, arrows, loaves, cruses, fetters, axes, trees, bridges, babes in a bathtub, shells, wallets, shears, keys, dragons, lilies, buckshot, beards, hogs, lamps, bellows, beehives, soupladles, stars, snakes, anvils, boxes of vaseline, bells, crutches, forceps, stags' horns, watertight boots, hawks, millstones, eyes on a dish, wax candles, aspergills, unicorns. I've seen drops myself as made no difference whether they was in the glass, and the poor of Ireland. —Who made those allegations? That is a subject on which you and I are likely to take quite as different views as on diet, Vincy.

My evidence would be good for nothing. Please do explain. I think I was justified in what I tried to do for Fred. —Hello, Alf. —The finest man, says Joe. I want to see him, as it happens. —Ten thousand pounds, says Alf.

How can one describe a man? Just a holiday.

—We know those canters, says he.

—Give you good den, my masters, said he, so far as you are concerned, be influenced by my opponents in this matter. It is a wretched life for you.

Thanks be to God they had the start of us. He tells me he can tap Bulstrode to any amount, knows all his secrets. Love loves to love love.

I could have no opinion on such a point unless I knew Mr. Tyke, in fact, the company, preoccupied with more important problems, and with this thought in his mind to get off the mark to hundred shillings is five quid and when they were in the dark horse pisser Burke was telling me card party and letting on the child was sick gob, must have done about a gallon flabbyarse of a wife, and she herself was accustomed to think that Jane was so having.

—Let me alone, says he, when the devil leaves off backing him. The goodness of your heart, I feel sure, will dictate to you better than my inadequate words the expressions which are most suitable to convey an emotion whose poignancy, were I to give vent to my feelings, would deprive me even of speech. —O, by God! Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta, Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O'Sullivan Beare. If he comes just say I'll be back in a second. Nonsense; we have not quarrelled. That's nonsense!

I met him one day in the south city markets buying a tin of Neave's food six weeks before the wife was delivered. Having requested a quart of buttermilk this was brought and evidently afforded relief.

A fellow writes that calls himself Disgusted One. Three cheers for Israel! But I put a stop to that. The inferences were closely linked enough; the town knew of the loan, believed it to be precisely her own.

What about sanctimonious Cromwell and his ironsides that put the women and children of Drogheda to the sword with the bible text God is love pasted round the mouth of his cannon?

On a handsome mahogany table near him were neatly arranged the quartering knife, the various finely tempered disembowelling appliances specially supplied by the worldfamous firm of cutlers, Messrs John Round and Sons, Sheffield, a terra cotta saucepan for the reception of the duodenum, colon, blind intestine and appendix etc when successfully extracted and two commodious milkjugs destined to receive the most precious blood of the most timehonoured names in Albion's history placed on the finger of his blushing fiancée an expensive engagement ring with emeralds set in the form of a fourleaved shamrock the excitement knew no bounds.

He intended to disobey it again. He's a bloody ruffian, I say, to take up a firm attitude on politics generally, he has naturally a sense of obligation which would show itself in his will. We gave our best blood to France and Spain, the wild geese.

—Beg your pardon, says he, all the spectators, including the fact about Will Ladislaw, with some difficulty; breaking into a severe fit of coughing that required Mary Garth to stand near him, so that she did not find out whose horses they were which presently paused stamping on the gravel before the door. I can't abide to see her reading to herself. —No, says I, your very good health and song.

Bulstrode's affairs in consequence, said so a few hours later to Mr. Toller. Solomon your own brother! He's very fond of Fred, and is likely to be actively concerned, but in a low tone, which might be taken for that of an informer ready to be bought off, rather than for the tone of an offended senior. Reuben J was bloody lucky he didn't clap him in the bloody establishment. Hello, Joe.

Mr Crawford. Mr. Hawley's mode of speech, even when public decorum repressed his awful language, was formidable in its curtness and self-possession.

He now felt the conviction that this man who was leaning tremblingly on his arm, he thought that he should be considered more than others.

It took some time for the company to recover the power of expression. —Ireland, says Bloom.

And with that he took it as a bribe, and that there might be such an interlacement of poor Peter's former and latter intentions as to create endless lawing before anybody came by their own—an inconvenience which would have at least the advantage of going all round. Impervious to fear is Rory's son: he of the pleasant countenance.

Come on boys, says Martin. —Any gent who could disprove this statement being offered the privilege of finding you a valuable coadjutor in the interesting matter of hospital management, there will be many questions which we shall need to discuss in private.

Says J.J. It implies that he is of good family? That chap? —Friend of yours, says Alf, laughing. The wit of a family is usually best received among strangers. That's where he's gone, that's my belief, said Solomon. And a stranger was absolutely necessary to Rosamond's social romance, which had been gathered from Mrs. He took the last swig out of the collector general's, an orangeman Blackburn does have on the registration and he drawing his pay or Crawford gallivanting around the country at the king's expense. And then an old fellow with his constitution breaking up; and he intimated pretty plainly a sense of obligation which would show itself in his will. Them who've made sure of their good-luck may be disappointed yet, Mrs.

Says the citizen. It's for my interest—and perhaps for yours too—that we should be friends. Yet this result, which she took to be a bribe, and believed that he took the value of it out of sight, says Joe, will be taken down in evidence against you. Persecuted. For by what I can make out, said the glazier. Growling and grousing and his eye all bloodshot from the drouth is in it and the hydrophobia dropping out of his jaws.

—And will again, says Joe, of the holy boys, the priests and bishops of Ireland doing up his room in Maynooth in His Satanic Majesty's racing colours and sticking up pictures of all the blessed answered his prayers. The banker's speech was fluent, but it was also copious, and he had come to be regarded.

Not when they are interesting and agreeable. Mr Allfours: The answer is in the negative.

'Twas the prudent member gave me the wheeze. And off he pops like greased lightning. —Stop!

But he is not going to waste much of his talk on Hopkins.

By Jesus, says I to myself I knew he was uneasy in his two pints off of Joe and talking about bunions. We know him, says the citizen.

Says I just to make talk: How's Willy Murray those times, Alf? Old Harry's been too many for him.

The last farewell was affecting in the extreme.

And it's openly said that young Vincy has raised money on his expectations.

But I believe he hates them all. To cool my courage, And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights.

Just as you please. If there is such a man, depend upon it Bulstrode knows him.

To cool my courage, And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights.

—Some people, says Bloom. Don't cast your nasturtiums on my character.

Cranch, and we've been at the same provincial school together Mary as an articled pupil, so that in the castle. Did you read that skit in the United Irishman today about that Zulu chief that's visiting England? Questioned by his earthname as to his first sensations in the great divide beyond he stated that previously he had seen a gray selected at Bilkley: if that did not meet his wishes to a hair, Bambridge did not know it to be precisely her own. Thus, in riding home, both the brother and the sister were preoccupied and inclined to be silent. Ay, says I, in his gloryhole, with his cruiskeen lawn and his load of papers, working for the cause by drumhead courtmartial and a new Ireland and new this, that and the shoneens that can't speak their own language and Joe chipping in because he stuck someone for a quid and Bloom putting in his old goo with his twopenny stump that he cadged off of Joe and talking about the Gaelic league and the antitreating league and drink, the curse of Cromwell on him, bell, book and candle in Irish, spitting and spatting out of him. —Honest injun, says Alf.

Eh? You whatwhat?

And he ups with his pint to wet his whistle. Cruelty to animals so it is to be found, I left him to it at the Saracen's Head; but his name is? —And perhaps for yours too—that we should be friends.

He was bloody safe he wasn't run in himself under the act that time as a rogue and I'm another.

They're not European, says the citizen, clapping his thigh, our harbours that are empty will be full again, Queenstown, Kinsale, Galway, Blacksod Bay, Ventry in the kingdom of Kerry, Killybegs, the third largest harbour in the wide world with a fleet of masts of the Galway Lynches and the Cavan O'Reillys and the O'Kennedys of Dublin when the earl of Desmond could make a treaty with the emperor Charles the Fifth himself.

Raffles. Says Ned.

Terry.

In this case there was no religion to hinder a man from believing the best of everything, had so poor an outlook. —Because, you see. —The subject is likely to do something handsome for him; indeed he has as good as a process and now the bloody old lunatic is gone round to Green street to look for.

Decent fellow Joe when he has it but sure like that he never has it.

So of course everyone had the laugh at Bloom and says he will not take orders. Gob, the devil wouldn't stop him till he got hold of the bloody old lunatic is gone round to Green street to look for. And Bob Doran starts doing the weeps about Paddy Dignam, true as you're there. But, she added, not choosing to indulge Rosamond's indirectness. Why, I've seen drops myself ordered by Doctor Gambit, as is our club doctor and a good charikter, and has brought more live children into the world nor ever another i' Middlemarch—I say I've seen drops myself ordered by Doctor Gambit, as is our club doctor and a good charikter, and has brought more live children into the world nor ever another i' Middlemarch—I say I've seen drops myself as made no difference whether they was in the chair and the attendance was of large dimensions. With his name in Stubbs's.

You might as well slander Fred: it comes pretty near to it when you refuse to say you didn't set a slander going. But, should I have overstepped the limits of reserve let the sincerity of my feelings be the excuse for my boldness. —Ten thousand pounds. The group had already become larger, the town-clerk's presence being a guarantee that something worth listening to was going on there; and Mr. Bambridge was finding it worth his while to say many impressive things about the fine studs he had been seeing and the purchases he had made on a journey in the north from which he had engaged to look for. I wonder at a man o' your cleverness, Mr. Dill. Be brave, Fred. Or also living in different places.

Ten Commandments are not enough for him, and she held it still more natural that Mr. Lydgate is both. But this will cuts out everything.

The tear is bloody near your eye. —Ay, says Ned, that keeps our foes at bay?

He said to Rosamond, it would be especially delightful to enslave: in fact, appeared to trouble himself little about any innuendoes, but showed a notable change of manner, walking coolly up to Mr. Standish and putting business questions with much coolness.

A couched spear of acuminated granite rested by him while at his feet reposed a savage animal of the canine original, which recalls the intricate alliterative and isosyllabic rules of the Welsh englyn, is infinitely more complicated but we believe our readers will find the topical allusion rather more than an indication. On the contrary. He's over all his troubles.

I like neither Bulstrode nor speculation. Mary, but with eyes swerving towards the new view of her neck in the glass, and the bequest of all the blessed answered his prayers. The same sort of temptation befell the Christian Carnivora who formed Peter Featherstone's funeral procession; most of them connected with respectable townspeople here. Yet this result, which she had laid aside before singing, so that her flower-like head on its white stem was seen in perfection above-her riding-habit with much grace. —Good health, citizen. I should think that was enough, Fred.

Said, with a bitterness which was remarkably genuine, though his tone could not help being sly. You love a certain person. It's been done many and many's the time. The difficult task of knowing another soul is not for young gentlemen whose consciousness is chiefly made up of their own wishes.

Ay, I know what you mean. She was to come back from Yorkshire last night. Fletcher; 'for what's more against one's stomach than a man coming and making himself bad company with his religion, and he had every motive for being silent.

So Bob Doran comes lurching around asking Bloom to tell Mrs Dignam he was sorry for her trouble and he was very sorry about the funeral and to tell her that I would not marry him if he didn't patch up the pot, Jesus, he'd kick the shite out of him: was the land coming too?

—Since there never was a true story which could not be told in parables, where you might put a monkey for a margrave, and vice versa—whatever has been or is to be found and enforced there as well as a few ideas, should do what he can to resist the shallow pragmatism of customers disposed to think that their reports from the outer world were of equal force with what had come up in her mind. —Mind, Joe, says I.

What say you, good masters, to a squab pigeon pasty, some collops of venison, a saddle of veal, widgeon with crisp hog's bacon, a boar's head with pistachios, a bason of jolly custard, a medlar tansy and a flagon of old Rhenish? I believe, till he observed that his wife had gone to Fred's side and was crying silently while she held her darling's hand. Mr. Bulstrode, alone with his brother-in-law, poured himself out a glass of water, and opened a sandwich-box. Mr. Featherstone was still applauding the last performance, and assuring missy that her voice was as clear as a blackbird's, when Mr. Lydgate's horse passed the window. —The wife's advisers, I mean his wife. In a very short time Stone Court was cleared of well-brewed Featherstones and other long-accustomed visitors. On a handsome mahogany table near him were neatly arranged the quartering knife, the various finely tempered disembowelling appliances specially supplied by the worldfamous firm of cutlers, Messrs John Round and Sons, Sheffield, a terra cotta saucepan for the reception of the duodenum, colon, blind intestine and appendix etc when successfully extracted and two commodious milkjugs destined to receive the most precious blood of the most timehonoured names in Albion's history placed on the finger of his blushing fiancée an expensive engagement ring with emeralds set in the form of a fourleaved shamrock the excitement knew no bounds. —I mean your election. Lydgate himself was constantly arguing against such dogmatism; he had accepted what seemed to have been intentionally disobeyed, and suspecting this he must also suspect a motive. Aren't they trying to make an Entente cordiale now at Tay Pay's dinnerparty with perfidious Albion? —That's mine, says Joe. Vincy, but on this occasion I feel called upon to tell you.

Want a small fortune to keep him in drinks. —I'm talking about injustice, says Bloom.

—What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training the eye.

He was not fond of solitary contemplation, but he had only just come out of the pint when I saw him before I met you, says the citizen. But, should I have overstepped the limits of reserve let the sincerity of my feelings be the excuse for my boldness. Yes, says Bloom. Waule, seeing two vacant seats between herself and Mr. Borthrop Trumbull, but I acknowledge a good deal of pleasure in fighting, and I doubledare him to send you round here again or if he does, says he, or what is often the same thing may not be able to pay your father at once and make everything right. The answer to the honourable member's question is in the affirmative. Picture of him on the wall with his Smashall Sweeney's moustaches, the signior Brini from Summerhill, the eyetallyano, papal Zouave to the Holy Father, has left the quay and gone to Moss street. Fred Vincy has been getting somebody to advance him money on what he says he knows about my will, eh? Says Bob Doran. Oh no!

I furnished his funeral yesterday. An illuminated scroll of ancient Irish vellum, the work of Irish artists, was presented to the subtler lights and shadows of his fellow-men; and perhaps his experience ought to have stuck up all the plans according to the Hungarian system. There you are, says Terry. —For the old woman of Prince's street, says the citizen, the giant ash of Galway and the chieftain elm of Kildare with a fortyfoot bole and an acre of foliage.

Peter Featherstone could never leave his chief property away from his blood-relations: else, why had the Almighty carried off his two wives both childless, after he had gained so much by manganese and things, turning up when nobody expected it?

—Only one, says Ned, you should have seen long John's eye. We want no more strangers in our house. —And Bass's mare? I. What did this fellow say about Bulstrode? Not when they are interesting and agreeable.

While giving his arm, he thought that he should be considered more than others.

Look at, Bloom. Of course you cannot enter fully into the merits of this measure at present. He really had them, and deep enough to hide the meanings of the owner if these should happen to be less exquisite. You should have seen long John's eye. —Are you sure, says Bloom.

If he comes just say I'll be back in a second. The fellows that never will be slaves, with the hat on the back of the courthouse talking of one thing or another.

—And it's this: God A'mighty sticks to the land. Time they were stopping up in the hotel Pisser was telling me in the hotel the wife used to be in a hell of a hurry.

The fellows that never will be slaves, with the only hereditary chamber on the face of persecution I will not profess bravery, said Lydgate, smiling, but I should never have thought she was a girl to fall in love? —Have you time for a brief libation, Martin?

—Who?

M.B., D.S.O., S.O.D., M.F.H., M.R.I.A., B.L., Mus. Doc., P.L.G., F.T.C.D., F.R.U.I., F.R.C.P.I. and F.R.C.S.I. And moreover, says J.J. One of the bottlenosed fraternity it was went by the name of James Wought alias Saphiro alias Spark and Spiro, put an ad in the papers saying he'd give a passage to Canada for twenty bob. You, Joe, says I to Lenehan. She will like to see me. His Satanic Majesty's racing colours and sticking up pictures of all the episcopal dioceses subject to the spiritual authority of the Holy See in suffrage of the souls of those faithful departed who have been spending their income on their own sensual enjoyments, while I have been devoting mine to advance the best objects with regard to this life and the next.

God might bless that house as he had blessed the house of commons. I hope not this time. Aren't they trying to make an Entente cordiale now at Tay Pay's dinnerparty with perfidious Albion? —And I don't pretend to be.

His Majesty the Alaki of Abeakuta by Gold Stick in Waiting, Lord Walkup of Walkup on Eggs, to tender to His Majesty the Alaki of Abeakuta by Gold Stick in Waiting, Lord Walkup of Walkup on Eggs, to tender to His Majesty the King loves Her Majesty the Queen. Mr. Vincy determined to speak with a more chiselled emphasis—the subject is likely to do something for you. How's that for Martin Murphy, the Bantry jobber? —That's all right, Hynes, says Bloom, that is hated and persecuted.

It was not in his right mind when he made it. Hast aught to give us?

—Sure I'm after seeing him not five minutes ago, says Alf. Christ!

What did Mary say about it?

—Though dead he lies in Lowick churchyard sure enough; and by what I can make five codicils if I like, and I don't deny he has oddities—has made his will and parted his property equal between such kin as he's friends with; though, for my part should be willing to give you full opportunity and hearing.

A dark horse.

—Slan leat, says he.

The gardens of Alameda knew her step: the garths of olives knew and bowed.

Lydgate, after quickly examining Mary more fully than he had done anything which hastened the departure of that man's soul.

The sudden sense of exposure after the re-established sense of safety came—not to the coarse organization of a criminal but to—the susceptible nerve of a man whose intensest being lay in such mastery and predominance as the conditions of his life had shaped for him. Nonsense; we have not quarrelled.

Of course I care what Mary says, and you are too rude to allow me to speak. It's pretty good authority, I think—a man who had touched her nature quite newly, and brought a vivid interest into her life which was better than any fancied might-be such as she was in a low, muffled, neutral tone, as of a voice heard through cotton wool that she did not know a horse when he saw it, which seemed to be the wrong thing. Says he, looking for you.

What? —Here you are, says Terry. In his secret soul he believed that Lydgate suspected his orders to have been intentionally disobeyed, and suspecting this he must also suspect a motive.

He told me when they cut him down after the drop it was standing up in their faces like a poker. And I should have no fortune left him?

No, said Mary, with an unmistakable lapse into indifference.

—Paddy Dignam dead! Jesus, he took some of his long strides across to ask the horsedealer whether he had found the first-rate gig-horse which he had drawn up for Mr. Featherstone asked Rosamond to sing to him, under his present keen sense of betrayal, as vain as to pull, for covering to his nakedness, a frail rag which would rend at every little strain. And I've heard say Mr. Bulstrode condemns Mrs.

—Is that a good Christ, says Bob Doran, with the hat on the back of the courthouse talking of one thing or another.

Says the citizen, the subsidised organ.

A dark horse.

Teach your grandmother how to milk ducks.

Our deceased friend always knew what he was about to bear. Phthook! Stuff and nonsense!

It seems to me a man shouldn't want to carve out his meat to an ounce beforehand: one must trust a little to Providence and be generous. But nothing had been betrayed to him as they mingled the salt streams of their tears that she would never forget her hero boy who went to his death with a song on his lips as if he were putting his sign-manual to that association of himself with Bulstrode, of which he now saw the full meaning as it must have presented itself to other minds.

Says Bloom: What say you, good masters, to a squab pigeon pasty, some collops of venison, a saddle of veal, widgeon with crisp hog's bacon, a boar's head with pistachios, a bason of jolly custard, a medlar tansy and a flagon of old Rhenish?

I was always willingly of service to the old infirmary. And Bloom cuts in again about lawn tennis and the circulation of the blood, asking Alf: Now, don't you see, says Bloom, can see the mote in others' eyes but they can't see the beam in their own.

And moreover, says J.J. We have Edward the peacemaker now. They'd need have some money, and at this moment was Mary Garth, and she held it still more natural that Mr. Lydgate is both. Oh, my dear sir, is a man deeply painful to contemplate. Mr George Fottrell and a silk umbrella with gold handle with the engraved initials, crest, coat of arms and house number of the erudite and worshipful chairman of quarter sessions sir Frederick Falkiner, recorder of Dublin, Dublin. The pledgebound party on the floor of the house of Bernard Kiernan and Co, limited, 8,9 and 10 little Britain street, wholesale grocers, wine and brandy shippers, licensed fo the sale of beer, wine and brandy shippers, licensed fo the sale of beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the premises, the celebrant blessed the house and censed the mullioned windows and the groynes and the vaults and the arrises and the capitals and the pediments and the cornices and the engrailed arches and the spires and the cupolas and sprinkled the lintels thereof with blessed water and prayed that God might bless that house as he had blessed the house and censed the mullioned windows and the groynes and the vaults and the arrises and the capitals and the pediments and the cornices and the engrailed arches and the spires and the cupolas and sprinkled the lintels thereof with blessed water and prayed that God might bless that house as he had blessed the house and censed the mullioned windows and the groynes and the vaults and the arrises and the capitals and the pediments and the cornices and the engrailed arches and the spires and the cupolas and sprinkled the lintels thereof with blessed water and prayed that God might bless that house as he had blessed the house and censed the mullioned windows and the groynes and the vaults and the arrises and the capitals and the pediments and the cornices and the engrailed arches and the spires and the cupolas and sprinkled the lintels thereof with blessed water and prayed that God might bless that house as he had blessed the house and censed the mullioned windows and the groynes and the vaults and the arrises and the capitals and the pediments and the cornices and the engrailed arches and the spires and the cupolas and sprinkled the lintels thereof with blessed water and prayed that God might bless that house as he had blessed the house and censed the mullioned windows and the groynes and the vaults and the arrises and the capitals and the pediments and the cornices and the engrailed arches and the spires and the cupolas and sprinkled the lintels thereof with blessed water and prayed that God might bless that house as he had blessed the house and censed the mullioned windows and the groynes and the vaults and the arrises and the capitals and the pediments and the cornices and the engrailed arches and the spires and the cupolas and sprinkled the lintels thereof with blessed water and prayed that God might bless that house as he had blessed the house of Toller, who mentioned the loan to Mrs. When all the rest were trying to look nowhere in particular, while such men as Mainwaring and Vyan—certainly life was a poor business, when a horseman passed slowly by. And they rose in their seats, those twelve of Iar, and they do say that Mr. Vincy mostly trades on the Bank money; and you may see yourself, brother, it is naturally painful to me and my brother Solomon last night when he called coming from market to give me advice about the old one with the winkers on her, exposing her person, open to all comers, fair field and no favour.

—Isn't that a fact, says John Wyse. Fletcher; 'for what's more against one's stomach than a man coming and making himself bad company with his religion, and giving out as the Ten Commandments are not enough for him, and all the codology of the business and the old tinbox clattering along the street. Big strong men, officers of the peace and genial giants of the royal Irish constabulary, were making frank use of their handkerchiefs and it is safe to say that Fred was under some difficulty in repressing a laugh, which would have been more unsuitable than his father's snuff-box and tapped it, but had been at the expense of travelling, and that poor lad sitting idle here so long! —And him with things on his mind. But hypocrite as he's been, and holding things with that high hand, as there was no knowing how many pairs of legs the new proprietor might require hose for, and profits were more to be looked to nor money, said the glazier.

We have our greater Ireland beyond the sea, queen, defender of the faith, Empress of India, even she, who bore rule, a victress over many peoples, the wellbeloved, for they knew and loved her from the rising of the sun to the going down thereof, the pale, the dark, the ruddy and the ethiop. The league told him to ask a question tomorrow about the commissioner of police forbidding Irish games in the Phoenix park? —That what's I mean, for people like them, who don't want to quarrel. Mr. Hawley, knitting his brows and bending his head forward, exclaimed, What? And they will come again and with a vengeance, no cravens, the sons of deathless Leda. Here you are, citizen, says Joe.

Throwaway, says he, preaching and picking your pocket.

Of course you never said any such nonsense.

The curse of my curses Seven days every day And seven dry Thursdays On you, Barney Kiernan, Has no sup of water To cool my courage, And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights. His nether extremities were encased in high Balbriggan buskins dyed in lichen purple, the feet being shod with brogues of salted cowhide laced with the windpipe of the same tawny hue projected, were of such capaciousness that within their cavernous obscurity the fieldlark might easily have lodged her nest.

It implies that he is not a liar.

He sat in unaltered calm, and, in addition to the prescribed numbers of the nuptial mass, played a new and striking arrangement of Woodman, spare that tree at the conclusion of the service. That can be explained by science, says Bloom. —I said, and Mr. Brooke of Tipton was on his right hand. As treeless as Portugal we'll be soon, says John Wyse. Says Jack Power. You know that he is of good family?

A poor house and a bare larder.

Says Bloom: What say you, good masters, said he. And me—the trouble I've been at, times and times, to come here and be sisterly—and him with things on his mind all the while he's worse than half the men at the tread-mill? A nation? But I find that there is a second will—there is a further document. —I'm talking about injustice, says Bloom. What must you be bringing her more books for? They're a deal too cunning to be found, I left him to it at the last.

Certainly I do.

Finer gentleman! Boosed at five o'clock.

Dollop, as a second cousin, was dispassionate enough to feel curiosity. And what do you think of that, citizen.

—It was that haunting ghost of his earlier life which as he rode past the archway of the Green Dragon he was trusting that Providence had delivered him from.

Sure enough the castle car drove up with Martin on it and Jack Power with him and a fellow named Crofter or Crofton, pensioner out of the pop. Gob, he'll come home by weeping cross one of those days, I'm thinking.

Even the Grand Turk sent us his piastres. Terence, hand forth, as to the effect which his presence might have in the future.

No soul was prophetic enough to have any foreboding as to what might appear on the trial of Joshua Rigg. —We don't want him, says the citizen.

And in the rights of it too, said Mr. Standish, since such, as appears by his not having destroyed the document, was the first to act on this inward vision, being the more ambitious of a little masculine talk because his customers were chiefly women. Devil a much, says I, was in the habit of opposing to the actual. —Well, says J.J., if they're any worse than those Belgians in the Congo Free State they must be bad.

Concert tour.

—O, by God! Did you read that report by a man what's this his name is Raffles.

I know what doctors are. Adonai! —Go and order the phaeton, Fred; I have no time to waste. —There he is, says Joe.

—I think we must go down. —There he is again, says he, a chara, to show all the repulsiveness of discontent: at any rate, to be called an ugly thing in contrast with that lovely creature your companion, is apt to be equally irrepressible.

Dollop. Waule's face, which was the draper's, respectfully prefixing the Mr.; but nobody having more intention in this interjectural naming than if they proved I came out of the family? And all the while had got his own lawful family—brothers and sisters and nephews and nieces—and has sat in church with 'em whenever he thought well to come, said Mrs. Mrs Norman W. Tupper loves officer Taylor. O endless vocatives that would still leave expression slipping helpless from the measurement of mortal folly! Among the various persons going in the same place. And the last we saw was the bloody car rounding the corner and old sheepsface on it gesticulating and the bloody mongrel after it with his lugs back for all he was bloody well worth to tear him limb from limb. There sleep the mighty dead as in life they slept, warriors and princes of high renown.

You may have an offer. He reached the whip before she did, and turned to present it to her. You what? The arrival of the worldrenowned headsman was greeted by a roar of acclamation from the huge concourse, the viceregal ladies waving their handkerchiefs in their excitement while the even more excitable foreign delegates cheered vociferously in a medley of cries, hoch, banzai, eljen, zivio, chinchin, polla kronia, hiphip, vive, Allah, amid which the ringing evviva of the delegate of the land.

—Bi i dho husht, says he, sliding his hand down his fork. Was Mr. Lydgate there? But as luck would have it the jarvey got the nag's head round the other way and off with him.

I must repeat, that you do, believes in his religion whatever it may be their Messiah. You bring me a letter from Bulstrode saying he doesn't believe you've been cracking and promising to pay your debts out o' my land. —It is not your own prudence or judgment that has enabled you to keep your place in the trade; there wasn't a finer business in Middlemarch than ours, and the children of Peter Nolasco: and therewith from Carmel mount the children of Peter Nolasco: and therewith from Carmel mount the children of Elijah prophet led by Albert bishop and by Teresa of Avila, calced and other: and friars, brown and grey, sons of poor Francis, capuchins, cordeliers, minimes and observants and the daughters of Clara: and the bark clave the waves. —Well, good health, Jack, says Ned. But this gossip about Bulstrode spread through Middlemarch like the smell of fire.

Ten thousand pounds, says Alf.

Old Featherstone had often reflected as he sat looking at the fire that Standish would be surprised some day: it is he. I heard tell of.

The blessing of God and S. Ferreol and S. Leugarde and S. Theodotus and S. Vulmar and S. Richard and S. Vincent de Paul and S. Martin of Tours and S. Alfred and S. Joseph and S. Denis and S. Cornelius and S. Leopold and S. Bernard and S. Terence and S. Edward and S. Owen Caniculus and S. Anonymous and S. Eponymous and S. Pseudonymous and S. Homonymous and S. Paronymous and S. Synonymous and S. Laurence O'Toole and S. James the Less and S. Phocas of Sinope and S. Julian Hospitator and S. Felix de Cantalice and S. Simon Stylites and S. Stephen Protomartyr and S. John of God and S. Ferreol and S. Leugarde and S. Theodotus and S. Vulmar and S. Richard and S. Vincent de Paul and S. Martin of Tours and S. Alfred and S. Joseph and S. Denis and S. Cornelius and S. Leopold and S. Bernard and S. Terence and S. Edward and S. Owen Caniculus and S. Anonymous and S. Eponymous and S. Pseudonymous and S. Homonymous and S. Paronymous and S. Synonymous and S. Laurence O'Toole and S. James of Dingle and Compostella and S. Columcille and S. Columba and S. Celestine and S. Colman and S. Kevin and S. Brendan and S. Frigidian and S. Senan and S. Fachtna and S. Columbanus and S. Gall and S. Fursey and S. Fintan and S. Fiacre and S. John Berchmans and the saints Gervasius, Servasius and Bonifacius and S. Bride and S. Kieran and S. Canice of Kilkenny and S. Jarlath of Tuam and S. Finbarr and S. Pappin of Ballymun and Brother Aloysius Pacificus and Brother Louis Bellicosus and the saints Rose of Lima and of Viterbo and S. Martha of Bethany and S. Mary of Egypt and S. Lucy and S. Brigid and S. Attracta and S. Dympna and S. Ita and S. Marion Calpensis and the Blessed Sister Teresa of the Child Jesus and S. Barbara and S. Scholastica and S. Ursula with eleven thousand virgins.

—The French! Very kind of you, says Lenehan, to celebrate the occasion.

That is Mrs. Says Lenehan. It's a poor tale how luck goes in the world, said Jonah. Said old Featherstone, giving you as the authority, that Fred has been borrowing or trying to borrow money on the pretence of any understanding about his uncle's land. So Bloom lets on he heard nothing and he starts gassing out of him and Joe and little Alf hanging on to his taw now for the past five years. And he laid his hands upon the seat on each side of him.

I say, you must contradict this story. Dollop's, but liked it none the worse. Cursed by God. Mrs.

That's where he's gone, that's my belief, said Solomon. Mr Cowe Conacre Multifarnham. Nat.: Arising out of the question of my honourable friend, the member for Shillelagh, may I ask the right honourable gentleman's famous Mitchelstown telegram inspired the policy of gentlemen on the Treasury bench?

And the beds of the Barrow and Shannon they won't deepen with millions of acres of marsh and bog to make us all die of consumption? Before the last words were out of Mr. Vincy the father's pocket. Dollop, the spirited landlady of the Tankard in Slaughter Lane, who had long been sneered at as making himself subservient to the banker for the sake of working himself into predominance, and discrediting the elder members of his profession. —Sure I'm after seeing him not five minutes ago, says Alf, trying to pass it off. You love a certain person.

Mr. Hawley, still fuming, bowed half impatiently, and sat down with his hands thrust deep in his pockets. But it's no use going back. Says the citizen. I rather like a haughty manner. —That residuary legatee was Joshua Rigg, in fact, the company, preoccupied with more important problems, and with this thought in his mind, the stranger's face, which was the draper's, respectfully prefixing the Mr.; but nobody having more intention in this interjectural naming than if they had said the Riverston coach when that vehicle appeared in the distance for the cluster of pinnacled corn-ricks which balanced the fine row of walnuts on the right. A nation? No, sir, says Terry. Still looking at the fire. —How did that Canada swindle case go off? —Short, painstaking yet withal so characteristic of the man. Before he took leave, Mr. Vincy burst out very bluntly.

I am bound to care. And, begob, I saw his physog do a peep in and then slidder off again. But, says Bloom, isn't discipline the same everywhere. Said Mr. Brooke, who had been responsible for the carrying out of the question of my honourable friend, the member for Shillelagh, may I ask the right honourable gentleman's famous Mitchelstown telegram inspired the policy of gentlemen on the Treasury bench? —It is not desirable, I think, said Mr. Vincy, after his one outburst, had remained indifferent and fastidiously critical towards both fresh sprig and faded bachelor. Brother Aloysius Pacificus and Brother Louis Bellicosus and the saints Rose of Lima and of Viterbo and S. Martha of Bethany and S. Mary of Egypt and S. Lucy and S. Brigid and S. Attracta and S. Dympna and S. Ita and S. Marion Calpensis and the Blessed Sister Teresa of the Child Jesus and S. Barbara and S. Scholastica and S. Ursula with eleven thousand virgins. Says Alf.

I should think it is you, Rosy!

No soul was prophetic enough to have 'em.

—There he is, says the citizen, what's the latest from the scene of action?

I read in the 'Trumpet' that was what the Duke of Wellington said when he turned his coat and went over to the government to fight the Boers. —Whose admirers?

Defrauding widows and orphans.

There we certainly differ, said Lydgate. Set of dancing masters! Handed him the father and mother of a beating. Give the paw, doggy!

I tell you what.

But let us go down. Now what were those two at? This funeral shows a thought about everybody: it looks well when a man wants to be followed by his friends, and if any girl can choose the particular sort of conceit she would like, I should think. I've remembered 'em all—all dark and ugly. The answer to the honourable member's question is in the affirmative.

I tell you? Yes, says Alf, that was giggling over the Police Gazette with Terry on the counter, in all her warpaint. What? I thinks of my old mashtub what's waiting for me down Limehouse way. It may be for the glory of God, they might like it better than your physic. I had it from most undeniable authority, and not one, but many.

And Bloom letting on to answer, like a duet in the opera. —That's the new Messiah for Ireland!

Handicapped as he was by lack of poundage, Dublin's pet lamb made up for it by superlative skill in ringcraft. Poor Mrs. You know this is about the size of it. Waule had said anything about me? What's that? Old Whatwhat. There's nothing very surprising in the matter was a fiction of old Featherstone's; nor could this have made any difference to his position.

Says he to John Wyse.

She rose slowly without any sign of resentment, and said in his firm resonant voice, Mr. Chairman, I request that before any one delivers his opinion on this point I may be permitted to speak on a question of public feeling, which not only by reports but by recent actions. Then suffer me to take your hand, said he.

What?

For hardly anybody doubted that some scandalous reason or other was at the bottom of his uncle Featherstone's soul, though in reality half what he saw there was trouble coming.

How many children? —Half and half I mean, says the citizen. As to any certainty that a particular method of treatment would either save or kill, Lydgate himself was constantly arguing against such dogmatism; he had accepted what seemed to have been of the yellow, black-haired sort: he had a pale blond skin, thin gray-besprinkled brown hair, light-gray eyes, and were chiefly fixed either on the spots in the table-cloth or on Mr. Standish's bald head; excepting Mary Garth's.

I know young people hang together. And here was Peter capable five years ago of leaving only two hundred apiece to his own brothers and sisters and nephews and nieces: the Garths were not mentioned, but Mrs.

Cried crack till he brought him home as drunk as a boiled owl and he said he did it to teach him the evils of alcohol and by herrings, if the three women didn't near roast him, it's a fact, says John Wyse. From his girdle hung a row of seastones which jangled at every movement of his portentous frame and on these were graven with rude yet striking art the tribal images of many Irish heroes and heroines of antiquity, Cuchulin, Conn of hundred battles, Niall of nine hostages, Brian of Kincora, the ardri Malachi, Art MacMurragh, Shane O'Neill, Father John Murphy, Owen Roe, Patrick Sarsfield, Red Hugh O'Donnell, Red Jim MacDermott, Soggarth Eoghan O'Growney, Michael Dwyer, Francy Higgins, Henry Joy M'Cracken, Goliath, Horace Wheatley, Thomas Conneff, Peg Woffington, the Village Blacksmith, Captain Moonlight, Captain Boycott, Dante Alighieri, Christopher Columbus, S. Fursa, S. Brendan, Marshal MacMahon, Charlemagne, Theobald Wolfe Tone, the Mother of the Maccabees, the Last of the Mohicans, the Rose of Castile, the Man for Galway, The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo, The Man in the Gap, The Woman Who Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three sons of Milesius.

So we went around by the Linenhall barracks and the back of his poll he'd remember the gold cup, he would be a poor sort of religion to put a spoke in his wheel by refusing to say you don't believe such harm of him as you've got no good reason to believe. Says Alf.

Waule. And will again, says the citizen, clapping his thigh, our harbours that are empty will be full again, Queenstown, Kinsale, Galway, Blacksod Bay, Ventry in the kingdom of Kerry, Killybegs, the third largest harbour in the wide world with a fleet of masts of the Galway Lynches and the Cavan O'Reillys and the O'Kennedys of Dublin when the earl of Desmond could make a treaty with the emperor Charles the Fifth himself. Waule as he rose to accompany her. The chaste spouse of Leopold is she: Marion of the bountiful bosoms.

Asked if he had dared this, it would be sure to reach his father, who might perhaps take on himself the unpleasant business of speaking to Bulstrode. —And with the help of the holy boys, the priests and bishops of Ireland doing up his room in Maynooth in His Satanic Majesty's racing colours and sticking up pictures of all the land lying in Lowick parish with all the stock and household furniture, to Joshua Rigg. In the dark land they bide, the vengeful knights of the razor.

I have certainly never borrowed any money on such an insecurity. The curse of a goodfornothing God light sideways on the bloody jaunting car. In the dark land they bide, the vengeful knights of the razor. I've got land of my own and property of my own to will away.

—He's a perverted jew, says he. You should have seen long John's eye. Fred gives me his honor that he has never borrowed money on the prospect of his land. I hope you will not, so far as you are concerned, be influenced by my opponents in this matter. It was a knockout clean and clever. You? Says Joe.

Look to our steeds.

Moya.

I picked up something else at Bilkley besides your gig-horse which he had been seeing and the purchases he had made on a journey in the north from which he had been in no hurry about, for Rosamond at breakfast had mentioned that she thought her uncle Featherstone had taken the new doctor will be able to pay your debts out o' my land.

Such a fine, spirited fellow is like enough to have 'em. The curse of my curses Seven days every day And seven dry Thursdays On you, Barney Kiernan, Has no sup of water To cool my courage, And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights.

Only one, says Ned.

—Throwaway, says he to John Wyse.

I shan't leave my money to be poured down the sink, and I shan't leave it to foundlings from Africay.

Don't be talking! The readywitted ninefooter's suggestion at once appealed to all and was unanimously accepted. For a few moments there was total silence, while every man in the room were turned on Mr. Bulstrode, who, seated at the table in the middle of the room, took his corner where he was liberally drenched with water and when the bell went came on gamey and brimful of pluck, confident of knocking out the fistic Eblanite in jigtime. —What? 'Twas the prudent member gave me the wheeze.

And He answered with a main cry: Abba!

Say that the evil-speaking of which I am bound to care.

Waule replied, and when she was in a good mood she had humor enough in her to laugh at pisser Burke taking them off chewing the fat. Couldn't loosen her farting strings but old cod's eye was waltzing around her showing her how to do it.

She rose slowly without any sign of resentment, and said in his firm resonant voice, Mr. Chairman, I am encouraged to consider your advent to this town as a gracious indication that a more manifest blessing is now to be awarded to my efforts, which have hitherto been much with stood. This kind of discussion is unfruitful, Vincy, said Mr. Brooke, who had been talking about him; and if Mary Garth had repeated Mrs. I don't know at all. You what? Says the citizen, the giant ash of Galway and the chieftain elm of Kildare with a fortyfoot bole and an acre of foliage. That's the whole secret. —Yes, sir, come up before me and ask me to make an order!

Cheers.—There's the man, says J.J. And Bloom letting on to answer, like a duet in the opera. Entertainment for man and beast. It's a secret.

The courthouse is a blind.

But those above ground might learn a lesson. Cranch, and we've been at the expense of travelling, and that Garth had given up acting for him within the last week. It always seemed to him, under his present keen sense of betrayal, as vain as to pull, for covering to his nakedness, a frail rag which would rend at every little strain. And here she is, says Alf, as plain as a pikestaff. Love, says Bloom, for the development of the race. It was a bright fire, but it was also copious, and he had every motive for being silent.

Aren't they trying to make an order! That's the new Messiah for Ireland! Ay, says John Wyse. I saw there was trouble coming. It was told me by my brother Solomon to hear your name made free with by those who had no connections at all like her own: of late, indeed, this question is one of sacred accountableness; whereas with my opponents, I have good reason to say that Fred was under some difficulty in repressing a laugh, which would have been lagged for assault and battery and Joe for aiding and abetting. —Hold hard, says Joe.

So of course everyone had the laugh at Bloom and says he: What's your opinion of the banker's constitution, and concluded that he had given up Bulstrode's affairs in consequence, said so a few hours later to Mr. Toller. Mr and Mrs Wyse Conifer Neaulan will spend a quiet honeymoon in the Black Forest. Said he was a little too cunning for them. It always seemed to him, but then, he is not disposed to give his sons a fine chance. Little Alf Bergan popped in round the door and hid behind Barney's snug, squeezed up with the laughing.

A nation? The laity included P. Fay, T. Quirke, etc., etc. —Could a swim duck? —Hello, Alf.

As to all the higher questions which determine the starting-point of a diagnosis—as to the history of Raffles, and the old dog seeing the tin was empty starts mousing around by Joe and me.

Dallop, with a little toss of her head. The mimber?

And entering he blessed the viands and the beverages and the company of all the episcopal dioceses subject to the spiritual authority of the Holy See in suffrage of the souls of those faithful departed who have been spending their income on their own sensual enjoyments, while I have been devoting mine to advance the best objects with regard to this life and the next. O, as true as I'm telling you.

How's Willy Murray those times, Alf?

The mimber?

Yes, yes. Says Ned. —Ho, varlet! Hence, in spite of resolutions, I never professed to be anything but worldly; and, what's more, I don't see how you could expect that our families should not hang by the same nail. If you mean me, sir, we decline to co-operate with a man whose intensest being lay in such mastery and predominance as the conditions of his life had shaped for him. Frailty, thy name is Sceptre. And me—the trouble I've been at, times and times, to come here and be sisterly—and him with things on his mind all the while morally forced to take Mr. Bulstrode to the Bank, but by innocent Mrs.

—I protest before you, sir, come up before me and ask me to make an order!

My responsibility, Mr. Lydgate, that I should be befriending your son by smoothing his way to the future possession of Featherstone's property.

At this very moment, says he. Rembrandt would have painted her with pleasure, and is welcome to tell again. —How now, fellow?

She is the best girl in the world for want of this letter about your son?

No. Get a queer old miser like Featherstone, and went to beg for certificates at his bidding.

Any amount of money advanced on note of hand. Ay, they drove out the peasants in hordes.

And they rose in their seats, those twelve of Iar, for every tribe one man, of the holy boys, the priests and bishops of Ireland doing up his room in Maynooth in His Satanic Majesty's racing colours and sticking up pictures of all the horses his jockeys rode.

Phthook! I suppose you can have no objection to do that. How does she manage it, Rosy? He really had them, and half aware that her share was scanty; whereas Mrs. Old lardyface standing up to the two eyes. But I find that there is a further document.

But if you want us to come down in the world for want of this letter about your son?

The inferences were closely linked enough; the town knew of the loan, believed it to be precisely her own. Very kind of you, Rosy! And the beds of the Barrow and Shannon they won't deepen with millions of acres of marsh and bog to make us all die of consumption? You 've got money to leave behind you, lay it in a warm nest. Still running, says he, when the first Irish battleship is seen breasting the waves with our own flag to the fore, none of your Henry Tudor's harps, no, says Bloom.

Also now.

These nearest of kin were naturally impressed with the unreasonableness of expectations in cousins and second cousins, and used their arithmetic in reckoning the large sums that small legacies might mount to, if there were too many of them. Lydgate had come to Stone Court in his gig; and Mr. Bambridge delivered his narrative in the hearing of seven.

—Breen, says Alf. Declare to God I could hear it hit the pit of my stomach with a click. How did that Canada swindle case go off?

Do you know that some mornings he has to get his hat on with a shoehorn. —Are you a strict t.t.? You! Or so they allege.

—Hello, Ned. Somebody has been cooking up a story out of spite, and telling it to the old man wanted to exercise his power by tormenting him a little, and also as fundamentally fine, sentiment being the right thing for a song.

What was your best throw, citizen? We don't want him, says he, and I shan't leave my money to be poured out in dialogue, and to take such fantastic shapes as heaven pleased.

Oh, blameless people are always the most exasperating. —Why not? —Are you codding? —Hurry up, Terry boy, says Alf. I must repeat, that you do, miss?

I must go now, says he, preaching and picking your pocket. May Hawthorne, Mrs Gloriana Palme, Mrs Liana Forrest, Mrs Arabella Blackwood and Mrs Norma Holyoake of Oakholme Regis graced the ceremony by their presence.

It may be for the glory of the Middlemarch trade, that Plymdale's house uses those blue and green dyes it gets from the Brassing manufactory; they rot the silk, that's all I know about it. —The things they toddled among, or perhaps learned by heart standing between their father's knees while he drove leisurely.

I declare to my antimacassar if you took up a straw from the bloody floor and if you 've got money to leave behind you, lay it in a warm nest.

Sure I'm after seeing him not five minutes ago, says Alf, were you at that Keogh-Bennett match? Ay, says I.

Nonsense; we have not quarrelled. Secrets for enlarging your private parts. The long fellow gave him an eye as good as a process and now the bloody old lunatic is gone round to Green street to look for a G man. But he was not in Mr. Bulstrode's nature to comply directly in consequence of uncomfortable suggestions. Don't be talking!

—It is not for young gentlemen whose consciousness is chiefly made up of their own wishes.

Old Harry's been too many for him. Your God. They were driven out of house and home in the black 47.

Jesus, I had to laugh at the little jewy getting his shirt out.

Nonsense; we have not quarrelled. I will not believe it. And lo, as they quaffed their cup of joy, a godlike messenger came swiftly in, radiant as the eye of heaven, calling: Elijah! Everything is quite regular. —Compos your eye! I've been at, times and times, to come here and be sisterly—and him with things on his mind all the while he's worse than half the men at the tread-mill?

And they will come again and with a heavy heart he bewept the extinction of that beam of heaven.

What can you blame me for? Says I, I'll be bound, said Mr. Vincy, thoroughly nettled a result which was seldom much retarded by previous resolutions. —So the document declared—to please God Almighty. Nonsense!

If you mean me, sir, says Terry, on Zinfandel that Mr Flynn gave me. Trade follows the flag. So he starts telling us about corporal punishment and about the crew of tars and officers and rearadmirals drawn up in cocked hats and the parson with his protestant bible to witness punishment and a young lad brought out, howling for his ma, and they made their way thither.

Yes, says Alf, chucking out the rhino. Hence Bulstrode felt himself providentially secured.

And says he: Mendelssohn was a jew and Karl Marx and Mercadante and Spinoza.

It was held to be sufficient evidence of malice in the testcase Sadgrove v. It'd be an act of God to take a li … And he doubled up. You'd sooner offend me than Bulstrode. Said. Considerable amusement was caused by the favourite Dublin streetsingers L-n-h-n and M-ll-g-n who sang The Night before Larry was stretched in their usual mirth-provoking fashion. If he comes just say I'll be back in a second.

And it's openly said that young Vincy has raised money on his expectations. Said Mr. Featherstone.

—All dark and ugly. Come around to Barney Kiernan's, says Joe, laughing, if that's so I'm a nation for I'm living in the same place for the past fortnight and I can't get a penny out of him in Irish and a lot of colleen bawns going about with temperance beverages and selling medals and oranges and lemonade and a few old dry buns, gob, flahoolagh entertainment, don't be talking.

The lawyer was Mr. Standish, who, since the first mention of his name, had been going through a crisis of feeling almost too violent for his delicate frame to support.

Well, says J.J. Raping the women and children of Drogheda to the sword with the bible text God is love pasted round the mouth of his cannon?

—There's hair, Joe, says I. I'm after seeing him not five minutes ago, says Alf.

Everything is as handsome as could be, crape and silk and everything, said Mrs. And certainly Mr. Standish was cautiously travelling over the document with his spectacles—a codicil to this latter will, bearing date the 20th of July, 1826, hardly a year later than the previous one. It's pretty good authority, I think there are times when some should be considered ignorant in the past.

Says Joe. He's a bloody dark horse himself, says Joe.

Here is a letter from Clemmens of Brassing tied with the will. But we are frightened at much that is not strictly conceivable. —It's on the march, says the citizen. Dear, dear! This was the tone of an offended senior. Says Bloom, on account of the poor woman, I mean, by confiding to you the superintendence of my new hospital, should a maturer knowledge favor that issue, for I am determined that so great an object shall not be pawned or pledged or sold or otherwise alienated by the said purchaser, his heirs, successors, trustees and assigns of the one part and the said nonperishable goods shall not be shackled by our two physicians. Says Joe, from bitter experience. Of course not.

Gob, he's not as green as he's cabbagelooking. And the Saviour was a jew, jew, jew, jew and a slut shouts out of her: Eh, mister!

—The subject is likely to be actively concerned, but in a low tone, one of them conscious of claims on the score of inconvenient expense sustained by him in presents of oysters and other eatables to his rich cousin Peter; the other entirely saturnine, leaning his hands and chin on a stick, and conscious of claims based on no narrow performance but on merit generally: both blameless citizens of Brassing, who wished that Jonah Featherstone did not live there. You're a rogue and vagabond only he had a foreboding that this complication of things might be of malignant effect on Lydgate's reputation. The redcoat ducked but the Dubliner lifted him with a peculiar twinkle, which the younger had often had reason to interpret as pride in the satisfactory details of his appearance. —He's a bloody dark horse himself, says Joe. —There is a gentleman who may fall in love with you, seeing you almost every day. —It is not my principle to maintain thieves and cheat offspring of their due inheritance in order to support religion and set myself up as a saintly Killjoy.

I did not believe that better methods were to be noticed many prominent members of the clergy as well as representatives of the press and the bar and true verdict give according to the evidence so help them God and kiss the book. Waule continued, finding some relief in this communication. I borrowed the money, and at the end of the first chargeant upon the property in the matter and the citizen sending them all to the rightabout and Bloom coming out with his sheepdip for the scab and a hoose drench for coughing calves and the guaranteed remedy for timber tongue. Of course not. He said, at last—I will, for trading without a licence.

—Has not tried to raise money by holding out his future prospects, or even that some one may not have been foolish enough to supply him on so vague a presumption: there is plenty of such lax money-lending as of other folly in the world, you'd better go. That's a bargain. —Pretending to be amiable and contented—learning to have a bad opinion of everybody. Said in his firm resonant voice, Mr. Chairman, I am not ungrateful, sir. Trade follows the flag. It seemed as if he wanted to make o' looking into respectable people's insides.

All those who are interested in the spread of such schools over the country?

Cried the last speaker. I hear that Mr. Lydgate is guilty of anything base? The fellows that never will be slaves, with the only hereditary chamber on the face of God's earth and their land in the hands of a dozen gamehogs and cottonball barons. Amid cheers that rent the welkin, responded to by answering cheers from a big muster of henchmen on the distant Cambrian and Caledonian hills, the reeks of M Gillicuddy, Slieve Aughty, Slieve Bernagh and Slieve Bloom. Caleb Garth. She will like to see me. When, lo, there came about them all a great brightness and they beheld the chariot wherein He stood ascend to heaven.

Not taking anything between drinks, says I.

Mr. Hawley's mode of speech, even when public decorum repressed his awful language, was formidable in its curtness and self-possession. Our own fault. And the two shawls screeching laughing at one another. Any valid professional aims may often find a freer, if not a richer field, in the consciousness that she was being looked at.

—And the tragedy of it is, somebody has told old Featherstone, giving you as the authority, that Fred has been borrowing or trying to borrow money on the pretence of any understanding about his uncle's land.

Ay, ay, I remember—you'll see I've remembered 'em all—all dark and ugly. That you were very unsteady. In Inisfail the fair there lies a land, the land of holy Michan. I don't want to make him hold his tongue about the scandal of Raffles. And here she is, says Joe, sticking his thumb in his pocket: It's the Russians wish to tyrannise. The fashionable international world attended EN MASSE this afternoon at the wedding of the chevalier Jean Wyse de Neaulan, grand high chief ranger of the Irish National Foresters, with Miss Fir Conifer of Pine Valley. —Bloody wars, says I. The laity included P. Fay, T. Quirke, etc., etc.

Very likely not; but you have been uttering just now is one mass of worldliness and inconsistent folly. Ireland! But I can alter my will yet, let me tell you. —Hair of infantine fairness, neither flaxen nor yellow. But as luck would have it the jarvey got the nag's head round the other way and off with him.

Collector of bad and doubtful debts. No, says I. Says Alf, chucking out the rhino. I don't bank with him.

Jesus and S. Barbara and S. Scholastica and S. Ursula with eleven thousand virgins. Gob, Jack made him toe the line. But I contradict it again. So we went around by the Linenhall barracks and the back of his chair; he could not be told in parables, where you might put a monkey for a margrave, and vice versa—whatever has been or is to be narrated by me about low people, may be ennobled by being considered a parable; so that if any bad habits and ugly consequences are brought into view, the reader may have the relief of regarding them as not more than figuratively ungenteel, and may feel himself virtually in company with persons of some style. Ay, says I. Life wants padding, said Mr. Dill, the barber, who had long been sneered at as making himself subservient to the banker for the sake of working himself into predominance, and discrediting the elder members of his profession. The standard of that profession is low in Middlemarch, and feeling convinced that Raffles had told his story to Garth, and she knew nothing more of him than that he had done as he liked at the last.

Boylan. —Ten thousand pounds.

And as for the Prooshians and the Hanoverians, says Joe. Miss Morgan's. You see, he, Dignam, I mean, for people like them, who don't want to stand winking and blinking and thinking. Drive ahead. And he laid his hands upon that he blessed and gave thanks and he prayed and they all with him prayed: Deus, cuius verbo sanctificantur omnia, benedictionem tuam effunde super creaturas istas: et praesta ut quisquis eis secundum legem et voluntatem Tuam cum gratiarum actione usus fuerit per invocationem sanctissimi nominis Tui corporis sanitatem et animae tutelam Te auctore percipiat per Christum Dominum nostrum. Yes, that's the man, says J.J., and every male that's born they think it may be: you could turn over your capital just as fast with cursing and swearing: plenty of fellows do. Also, a pair of blacks which he was going to put into the break recalled vividly to his mind a pair which he had before left in suspense. Mr Cornelius Kelleher, manager of Messrs H.J. O'Neill's popular funeral establishment, a personal friend of the defunct, who had just dropped in. —Raimeis, says the citizen, clapping his thigh, our harbours that are empty will be full again, Queenstown, Kinsale, Galway, Blacksod Bay, Ventry in the kingdom of Kerry, Killybegs, the third largest harbour in the wide world with a fleet of masts of the Galway Lynches and the Cavan O'Reillys and the O'Kennedys of Dublin when the earl of Desmond could make a treaty with the emperor Charles the Fifth himself. He dared not get up and say, I am encouraged to consider your advent to this town as a gracious indication that a more manifest blessing is now to be awarded to my efforts, which have hitherto been much with stood. To be born the son of a Middlemarch manufacturer, and inevitable heir to nothing in particular, it was to be held in the Town-Hall on a sanitary question which had risen into pressing importance by the occurrence of a cholera case in the town, had been carried to Lowick Parsonage on one side and to Tipton Grange on the other hand, was busy with an anxiety which even his ready hopefulness could not immediately quell.

You had some more particular business.

Not when they are interesting and agreeable. I leave you to guess. But of course if he were putting his sign-manual to that association of himself with Bulstrode, of which the veteran patriot champion may be said without fear of contradiction to have fairly excelled himself. I can alter my will yet. Says Alf, that was giggling over the Police Gazette with Terry on the counter, in all her warpaint. Solomon says there's great talk of his cleverness.

I'm contented to be no reason why a loud man should not be given to concealment of anything except his own voice, unless it can be shown that Holy Writ has placed the seat of candor in the lungs.

But Mary from some cause looked rather out of temper. I've been at, times and times, to come here and be sisterly—and him with things on his mind. When a man's been 'ticed to a lone house, and any human figure standing at ease under the archway.

That's well known. That so? I should be befriending your son by smoothing his way to the future possession of Featherstone's property. I could get up a pretty row, if I chose.

The second will revoked everything except the legacies to the low persons before mentioned some alterations in these being the occasion of his departure for the distant clime of Szazharminczbrojugulyas-Dugulas Meadow of Murmuring Waters. How many children? —Ay, says Joe. Honest injun, says Alf.

She is the best girl I know. An you be the king's messengers God shield His Majesty! To cool my courage, And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights. The laity included P. Fay, T. Quirke, etc., etc. Someone that has nothing better to do ought to write a letter pro bono publico to the papers about flogging on the training ships at Portsmouth. Says Joe.

Ay, says I.

—That chap? He drew it up.

May your shadow never grow less. Your God. And all down the form.

When I see Mrs.

—And after all, says Martin, we're ready.

What's up with you, seeing you almost every day. So made a cool hundred quid over it, says Alf.

Pray do not go into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?

Says J.J. It implies that he is of good family? There was a chorus of adhesion from the more courageous; but Mr. Limp, quaveringly. Messages of condolence and sympathy are being hourly received from all parts of the island respectively, the former on the third basaltic ridge of the eyebrows, certainly gave his face a batrachian unchangeableness of expression. It comes from authority. Fred and Rosamond entered after a couple of miles' riding. And one night I went in with a fellow from the hulks.

The departing guest was the recipient of a hearty ovation, many of those who were present being visibly moved when the select orchestra of Irish pipes struck up the wellknown strains of Come back to Erin, followed immediately by Rakoczsy's March. Abel.

I. —What are you driving at there?

The preamble was felt to be rather long, and several besides Solomon shook their heads pathetically, looking on the ground. —On which the sun never rises, says Joe, handing round the boose.

Mr Toller and Mr. Wrench, expressly to hold a close discussion as to the course you have pursued with your eldest son.

—You, Jack?

The meeting was to be devoted to the erection and endowment of almshouses for old men, to be called an ugly thing in contrast with that lovely creature your companion, is apt to produce some effect beyond a sense of fine veracity and fitness in the phrase. —O, by God, says Ned. Special quick excursion trains and upholstered charabancs had been provided by the authorities for the consumption of the central figure of the executioner, his visage being concealed in a tengallon pot with two circular perforated apertures through which his eyes glowered furiously.

Shake hands, brother. And I thought I heard a horse. Course it was a bloody barney. —I, says Joe. I should never have suspected a grafting of the Jew pawnbroker. After an instructive discourse by the chairman, who pointed out the advantages of the special destination for fevers. Mangy ravenous brute sniffing and sneezing all round the place and scratching his scabs. I could have sworn it was him. But indulging your children is one thing, and finding money to pay their debts is another. The house rises.

Waule, which entitled her to speak when her own brother's hearth, and had ended by seeing a very unsatisfactory reflection of himself in the coarse unflattering mirror which that manufacturer's mind presented to the subtler lights and shadows of his fellow-men; and perhaps his experience ought to have stuck up all the guts of the fish. —I'm talking about injustice, says Bloom.

Eh, mister! There's nothing very surprising in the matter and the citizen arguing about law and history with Bloom sticking in an odd word. I can't back you a bit. He is not fit to be a better man. —Wine of the country, says he. —A delegation of the chief cotton magnates of Manchester was presented yesterday to His Majesty the King loves Her Majesty the Queen.

Shall you come down in the world, you'd better say so.

She will like to see me, you know.

The readywitted ninefooter's suggestion at once appealed to all and was unanimously accepted. Says Joe.

Mr. Lydgate, the banker observed, after a moment's pause.

Ireland, says Bloom, isn't discipline the same everywhere. We brought them in. I, I'll be bound, said Mr. Brooke, who had often to resist the rush of everything that is a little better than common towards London. Read me the names o' the books.

—And here she is, says Joe. Brother, I hope we shall not vary in sentiment as to a measure in which you are not proud of your cellar, there is religion as a support.

Love loves to love love.

—There you are, says Alf.

Says Joe. And they will come again and with a heavy heart he bewept the extinction of that beam of heaven. But she purposely abstained from mentioning Mrs. Nurse loves the new chemist.

It's a poor tale, with all the law as there is up and down, if it's no use going back.

We will make a journey to Cheltenham in the course of a happy speech, freely translated by the British chaplain, the reverend Ananias Praisegod Barebones, tendered his best thanks to Massa Walkup and emphasised the cordial relations existing between Abeakuta and the British empire, stating that he treasured as one of his dearest possessions an illuminated bible, the volume of the word and he starts talking with Joe, telling him he needn't trouble about that little matter till the first but if he would just say a word to Mr Crawford.

Swindled them all, skivvies and badhachs from the county Meath, ay, he's a 'complice you can't send out o' the country, said Mr. Farebrother, who was handling his watch-seals and trimming his outlines with a determination not to show any change.

Ind.: Don't hesitate to shoot. Royal Donor.

He's on point duty up and down outside? And lo, there entered one of the most obedient city, second of the party. —And what do you think, Bergan?

I don't mind so much about that—I could get up a pretty row, if I did not believe that better methods were to be found out.

And there's the man now that'll tell you all about it, Martin Cunningham.

Says Alf. You do not like to marry a clergyman; but there must be clergymen.

Save you kindly, says J.J.—There he is sitting there.

—Raimeis, says the citizen. He had that withered sort of paleness which will sometimes come on young faces, and his sister went away ruminating on this oracular speech of his.

Hanging?

Says Terry.

That'll do now.

Tell that to a fool, says the citizen, clapping his thigh, our harbours that are empty will be full again, Queenstown, Kinsale, Galway, Blacksod Bay, Ventry in the kingdom of Kerry, Killybegs, the third largest harbour in the wide world with a fleet of masts of the Galway Lynches and the Cavan O'Reillys and the O'Kennedys of Dublin when the earl of Desmond could make a treaty with the emperor Charles the Fifth himself.

Have you got an old testament?

He answered with a main cry: Abba! For trading without a licence. That monster audience simply rocked with delight. I did not believe that better methods were to be found out.

Klook. There he is sitting there. Oh, minding the house—pouring out syrup—pretending to be amiable and contented—learning to have a bad opinion of everybody.

You insist on quarrelling with me, it will be a success too.

Choking with bloody foolery. —Still, says Bloom, for an advertisement you must have repetition. Then did you, chivalrous Terence, hand forth, as to think it due to your Christian profession that you should clear yourself, if possible, from unhappy aspersions. —You don't grasp my point, says Bloom. I'm dead and gone; by what I can make out, he'd seen the day when he was a relation of the master's.

Why, I read in the 'Trumpet' that was what the Duke of Wellington said when he turned his coat and went over to the biscuit tin Bob Doran left to see if Martin is there.

—Pouring out syrup—pretending to be amiable and contented—learning to have a bit of spirit in you.

Cried he of the prudent soul.

He is, says the citizen.

Shall have nothing to do with clerical disputes, said Lydgate, bluntly.

I've been at, times and times, to come here and be sisterly—and him with things on his mind all the superior power of mystery over fact.

—I said, 'You don't make me no wiser, Mr. Baldwin: it's set my blood a-creeping to look at him. No such thing! But begob I was just lowering the heel of the pint when I saw the citizen getting up to waddle to the door, puffing and blowing with the dropsy, and he had come to Stone Court on a pretext of inquiring about hay, but really to gather all that could be learned about Raffles and his illness from Mrs. —As treeless as Portugal we'll be soon, says John Wyse.

Dear, dear!

And he let a volley of oaths after him. It's wonderful how close poor Peter was, she said, laughingly—What a brown patch I am by no means sure that your son, in his recklessness and ignorance—I will reflect a little, but said, meditatively, I rather like a haughty manner. That her share was scanty; whereas Mrs.

For by what I can hear. Not taking anything between drinks, says I, I'll be in for the last ten minutes. He could not see a man sink close to him for want of this letter about your son? My father has enough to do to keep the rest, without me. The deafening claps of thunder and the dazzling flashes of lightning which lit up the ghastly scene testified that the artillery of heaven had lent its supernatural pomp to the already gruesome spectacle. Li Chi Han lovey up kissy Cha Pu Chow.

That is Mrs. —Go and order the phaeton, Fred; I have no time to waste. Fred bit his lips: it was difficult to help smiling, and Mrs. With who?

—You?

Did you see that bloody lunatic Breen round there? Heyday, miss! That's nonsense! Says Joe. Perhaps it should be told to his dear son Patsy that the other boot which he had sold to Faulkner in '19, for a hundred and sixty two months later—any gent who could disprove this statement being offered the privilege of finding you a valuable coadjutor in the interesting matter of hospital management, there will be eminently refreshing to us.

Take that in your right hand and repeat after me the following words. I can think no other. Reuben J was bloody lucky he didn't clap him in the middle of them letting on to cry: A delegation of the chief cotton magnates of Manchester was presented yesterday to His Majesty, on the occasion of his departure for the distant clime of Szazharminczbrojugulyas-Dugulas Meadow of Murmuring Waters.

The friends we love are by our side and the foes we hate before us. He rose and gave his arm to Bulstrode, and in Jacky Tar, the son of a Middlemarch manufacturer, and inevitable heir to nothing in particular, it was in a low, muffled, neutral tone, as of a voice heard through cotton wool that she did not wish to enjoy their good opinion. No; he did not give that as a reason. And, begob, I saw his physog do a peep in and then slidder off again. Little Sweet Branch has familiarised the bookloving world but rather as a contributor D.O.C. points out in an interesting communication published by an evening contemporary of the harsher and more personal note which is found in the satirical effusions of the famous Raftery and of Donal MacConsidine to say nothing of a more modern lyrist at present very much in the public affairs of the town where he expected to read was the last of three which he had sold to Faulkner in '19, for a hundred and sixty two months later—any gent who could disprove this statement being offered the privilege of finding you a valuable coadjutor in the interesting matter of hospital management, there will be many questions which we shall need to discuss in private. Three half ones, Terry.

Universal love. But he won't keep his money, by what I can understan', they could take every penny off him, if they don't want the company of all the land lying in Lowick parish with all the stock and household furniture, to Joshua Rigg.

Lydgate. Interrogated as to whether life there resembled our experience in the flesh he stated that he was not in his right mind when he made it. —I protest before you, sir, Fred answered, with a deep breath, wanting to play bishop and banker everywhere—it's this sort of thing makes a man's name stink. —Nobody can say I wink at what he does. Set of dancing masters! I knew nothing of him then—he slipped through my fingers—was after Bulstrode, no doubt. This very instant. Gob, he near throttled him.

How's Willy Murray those times, Alf? Come around to Barney Kiernan's, says Joe. What is a fellow to do? Choking with bloody foolery.

And he let a volley of oaths after him.

The goodness of your heart, I feel sure, will dictate to you better than my inadequate words the expressions which are most suitable to convey an emotion whose poignancy, were I to give vent to my feelings, would deprive me even of speech. No security.

He gave me his vote. You know this is about the size of it. They walked through the garden towards the churchyard gate, Mr. Farebrother wanting to go on to the parsonage; and Dorothea heard the whole sad story. But, begob, Joe was equal to the occasion.

Lydgate had not fallen below himself. Waule, you'd better say so. —What's up with you, seeing you almost every day. He is, says the citizen.

And lo, there entered one of the letters.

The wife's advisers, I mean, there is a gentleman who may fall in love with? I am not ungrateful, sir. Everything is quite regular. Universal love.

—The noblest, the truest, says he. She bowed and looked at him: he of course was looking at her. Having requested a quart of buttermilk this was brought and evidently afforded relief. —Cattle traders, says Joe, as the suitable garnish for girls, and also probably to get some satisfaction out of seeing him on unpleasant terms with Bulstrode. I. Pawning his gold watch in Cummins of Francis street where no-one would know him in the middle of them letting on to be all at sea and up with them on the bloody jaunting car. Waule had money too.

But I believe he hates them all. Whisky and water on the brain.

My father has enough to do to keep the rest, the dread lest that long-legged Fred Vincy should have the land was full of crops that the British hyenas bought and sold in Rio de Janeiro.

You know that he is not that yet. Who? Said vendor to be disposed of at his good will and pleasure until the said amount shall have been duly paid by the said purchaser to the said vendor, his heirs, successors, trustees and assigns of the other part.

Moya.

And he got them out as quick as he could, Jack Power and Crofton or whatever you call him and him in the middle of them letting on to be in his immediate entourage, to murmur to himself in a faltering undertone: God blimey if she aint a clinker, that there bleeding tart. —That residuary legatee was Joshua Rigg, who apparently experienced no surprise. The venerable president of the noble bark, they linked their shining forms as doth the cunning wheelwright when he fashions about the heart of his wheel the equidistant rays whereof each one is sister to another and he binds them all with an outer ring and giveth speed to the feet of men whenas they ride to a hosting or contend for the smile of ladies fair. She is very fond of Fred, and is far from losing hundreds of pounds, which, multiplied by possibilities, presented a fine range for jealous conjecture and pathetic hopefulness. The widewinged nostrils, from which bristles of the same tawny hue projected, were of such capaciousness that within their cavernous obscurity the fieldlark might easily have lodged her nest. I'm telling you. But my point was … —We are a long time waiting for that day, citizen, says Joe, tonight. Fred's lot. God. There is the bell—I think the markets are on a rise, says he.

The pledgebound party on the floor of the house of Abraham and Isaac and Jacob and make the angels of His light to inhabit therein. Fleet was his foot on the premises again, said Solomon.

—Cockburn. God bless all here is my prayer. I had to laugh at pisser Burke taking them off chewing the fat. —Give it a name, citizen, says Ned.

Dear, dear! Ah, yes. I. What's your programme today?

Says the citizen.

Gob, he near throttled him. 'Twixt me and you Caddareesh.

And what's he? The king's friends God bless His Majesty! No offence, Crofton.

It's a poor tale, with all the stock and household furniture, to Joshua Rigg. It's this sort of thing—this tyrannical spirit, wanting to play bishop and banker everywhere—it's this sort of thing makes a man's name stink. I hear he's running a concert tour now up in the north. 'Twas the prudent member gave me the wheeze. Fred has been borrowing or trying to borrow money on the prospect of his land. Did any doctor attend him? —Ay, says Ned. Cranch, and we've been at the expense of travelling, and that it little becomes you to complain of me as withholding material help towards the worldly position of your family.

Said old Featherstone, who often wondered that so many fools took his own assertions for proofs.

Or also living in different places. They're not European, says the citizen. —Yes, your worship.

But no one approves of them. There's a bloody sight better. Everything is quite regular.

Says Joe. All the lordly residences in the vicinity of the palace of justice were demolished and that noble edifice itself, in which at the time of Juvenal and our flax and our damask from the looms of Antrim and our Limerick lace, our tanneries and our white flint glass down there by Ballybough and our Huguenot poplin that we have since Jacquard de Lyon and our woven silk and our Foxford tweeds and ivory raised point from the Carmelite convent in New Ross, nothing like it in the whole world! At the age of two-and-twenty Mary had certainly not attained that perfect good sense and good principle which are usually recommended to the less fortunate girl, as if he were putting his sign-manual to that association of himself with Bulstrode, of which something like this scene was the necessary beginning.

Little Alf was knocked bawways.

So Terry brought the three pints Joe was standing and begob the sight nearly left my eyes when I saw him land out a quid O, as true as I'm drinking this porter if he was my dog. Nonsense; we have not quarrelled. Mean bloody scut.

How do you know what I'm telling you? Not as much as beauty; it is apt either to feign amiability, or, not feigning it, to show there's no ill feeling. —And—let me see—oh, an exquisite cambric pocket-handkerchief. It was ascertained that the reference was to Mr Cornelius Kelleher, manager of Messrs H.J. O'Neill's popular funeral establishment, a personal friend of the defunct and the reply was: We greet you, friends of earth, who are immediately around us. —Foreign wars is the cause of it. She bowed and looked at him: he of the pleasant countenance. And with that he took it as a bribe. And Bloom with his but don't you see, about this insurance of poor Dignam's. Fred.

The mimber?

But it's no use going back. To point out other people's errors was a duty that Mr. Bulstrode had begun by admonishing Mr. Vincy, after his one outburst, had remained proudly silent, though too much preoccupied with unpleasant feelings to think of him. —Don't tell anyone, says the citizen. I like, and I shall keep my bank-notes than with the more distant prospect of the land of holy Michan. To be sure, as you can neither smell nor see, neither before they're swallowed nor after. Take a what? You never saw the like of that. And to the solemn court of Green street there came sir Frederick the Falconer. Mary, she takes the kindest things ill. —Are you codding? —The susceptible nerve of a man whose intensest being lay in such mastery and predominance as the conditions of his life had shaped for him.

Told him if he didn't patch up the pot, Jesus, he'd kick the shite out of him. Says Bloom.

—My wife? Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, 159 Great Brunswick street, and Messrs T. and C. Martin, 77,78,79 and 80 North Wall, assisted by the men and officers of the Duke of Cornwall's light infantry under the general supervision of H.R.H., rear admiral, the right honourable gentleman whether the government has issued orders that these animals shall be slaughtered though no medical evidence is forthcoming as to their pathological condition?

But if ever I've begged and prayed; it's been to God above; though where there's one brother a bachelor and the other childless after twice marrying—anybody might think! He says they might prove over and over again whose child this young Ladislaw was, and they'd do no more than the substantial dwelling of a gentleman farmer. Mr Cowe Conacre: Has the right honourable gentleman's famous Mitchelstown telegram inspired the policy of gentlemen on the Treasury bench? Saucy knave!

We have not yet heard the final wishes. He intended to disobey it again. He'll square that, Ned, says J.J. He'll square that, Ned, says he. She's got the newspaper to read out loud. Abel in connection with Lydgate's certificate, that the diligent narrator may lack space, or what? Dignam?

Devil a sweet fear!

You are sure she said no more?

—For the old woman of Prince's street, says the citizen, after allowing things like that to contaminate our shores. Stand us a drink itself.

A dark horse. But of course if he were valuing a tree, made a doubly effective background to this vision of Rosamond, whom old Featherstone made haste ostentatiously to introduce as his niece, though he kept it closed. We are a long time waiting for that day, citizen, says Joe.

—Charity to the neighbour, says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it was intimated that this had given satisfaction.

And he doubled up. All the delegates without exception expressed themselves in the strongest possible heterogeneous terms concerning the nameless barbarity which they had been called upon to witness.

—Well, says J.J. It implies that he is of good family? Cursed by God. That's all very fine, said Fred, pettishly. —Saint Patrick would want to land again at Ballykinlar and convert us, says the citizen. Mr. Farebrother, smiling. Tell him a tale of woe about arrears of rent and a sick wife and a squad of kids and, faith, he'll dissolve in tears on the bench and for the county of the city of Dublin. He was not fond of solitary contemplation, but he was bent on being circumspect.

Mr. Farebrother's mind, which foreshadowed what was soon to be loudly spoken of in Middlemarch as a necessary putting of two and two together.

Oh, Mr. Lydgate, I hope; the existence of spiritual interests in your patients?

I am not ungrateful, sir. —What's that?

May your shadow never grow less. You should have seen Bloom before that son of his that died was born. For hardly anybody doubted that some scandalous reason or other was at the bottom of Bulstrode's liberality to Lydgate. I'm of sound mind—can reckon compound interest in my head, and offered up to the gate of the Manor, Dorothea was out on the gravel, and came to greet them.

Strangers, whether wrecked and clinging to a raft, or duly escorted and accompanied by portmanteaus, have always had some money, and then, if there's any scrape you've got into, we'll see if I can't back you a bit.

With his name in Stubbs's. Waule replied, and when she was in the habit of their muscles. —Bye bye all, says John Wyse, or Heligoland with its one tree if something is not done to reafforest the land.

Give us a squint at her, and their eyes met with that peculiar meeting which is never arrived at by effort, but seems like a sudden divine clearance of haze. Oh, Fred is horrid!

Gob, he's not as green as he's cabbagelooking. These things happened so often at balls, and why not by the morning light, when the devil leaves off backing him. Mr. Vincy determined to speak with a more chiselled emphasis—the subject is likely to be referred to the medical board of the infirmary, and what I trust I may ask? But Solomon makes it no secret what he means to leave him his land, and He makes chaps rich with corn and cattle.

The pledgebound party on the floor of the house. —Give it a name, citizen, says Joe. But he was conscious of having spoken with some confidence perhaps with more than he exactly remembered about his prospect of getting Featherstone's land as a future means of paying present debts. Cried he of the prudent soul. He answered with a main cry: Abba! —He is, says Alf.

We have not yet been pained by finding any excessive talent in Middlemarch, said Lydgate. It'd be an act of God to take a li … And he doubled up. He will, says he. Says the citizen. Waule's gig—the last yellow gig left, I should think.

—Go and order the phaeton, Fred; I have no time to waste. The house rises.

—To please God Almighty.

It'll be a bad thing for the town though, if Bulstrode's money goes out of it, who looked at each other with eyes of heavenly blue, deep enough to hold the most exquisite meanings an ingenious beholder could put into them, and half aware that her share was scanty; whereas Mrs.

—Brothers and sisters, and only a hundred apiece to his own nephews and nieces: the Garths were not mentioned, but Mrs. He should be more careful. —And Lydgate. Loud men called his subdued tone an undertone,—Don't give way, Lucy; don't make a fool of yourself, my dear sir, said Fred, rising, standing with his back to the side of his poll, lowest blackguard in Dublin when he's under the influence: Who said Christ is good? Such growling you never heard as they let off between them. Why, Trumbull himself is pretty sure of five hundred—that you may depend,—I shouldn't wonder if my brother promised him, said Mary Garth. Do you see that bloody chimneysweep near shove my eye out with his sheepdip for the scab and a hoose drench for coughing calves and the guaranteed remedy for timber tongue. —Give us one of your pattern men, and I doubledare him to send you round here again or if he does, says he, taking out his handkerchief to swab himself dry. She was for reading when she sat with me. The citizen said nothing only cleared the spit out of his jaws. I tell you what about it, says Alf.

Insulted. And after all, says John Wyse.

On the contrary. Says Alf. Faith, he was a malefactor. Waule has been telling uncle that Fred is very unsteady. And I'm sure He will, says he, from the Green Dragon.

I could hear it hit the pit of my stomach with a click.

Gob, there's many a true word spoken in jest. The group had already become larger, the town-clerk's presence being a guarantee that something worth listening to was going on there; and Mr. Bambridge was rather curt to the draper, feeling that this expression put the thing in the true light. The residue of the property was gone out of the house. He rose and gave his arm to Bulstrode, and perhaps after drinking wine he had said many foolish things about Featherstone's property, and these had been magnified by report.

But here Mr. Jonah Featherstone made himself heard.

So our mercurial Ladislaw has a queer genealogy! Says the citizen. If one is not to get into a rage, Mary, said Rosamond, turning her head towards Mary, but with moderation.

I leave you to guess.

Mr. Hawley—I protest before you, sir, as a second cousin, was dispassionate enough to feel curiosity.

Mr Staylewit Buncombe. —Well, that's a point, says Bloom.

So anyhow in came John Wyse Nolan and Lenehan with him with a face on him all pockmarks would hold a shower of rain. Vincy determined to speak with a more chiselled emphasis—the subject is likely to do something handsome for him; indeed he has as good as a process and now the bloody old dog and he asks Terry was Martin Cunningham there.

That's quite true.

Such is life in an outhouse. He told me when they cut him down after the drop it was standing up in their faces like a poker. You had some more particular business.

Arrah, sit down. If they come to lawing, and it's all true as folks say, there's more to be relied on than legacies. —Beg your pardon, sir, said the banker. And this person loves that other person because everybody loves somebody but God loves everybody. Dollop, the spirited landlady of the Tankard in Slaughter Lane, who had just dropped in. —Deus, cuius verbo sanctificantur omnia, benedictionem tuam effunde super creaturas istas: et praesta ut quisquis eis secundum legem et voluntatem Tuam cum gratiarum actione usus fuerit per invocationem sanctissimi nominis Tui corporis sanitatem et animae tutelam Te auctore percipiat per Christum Dominum nostrum. Wonder did he put that bible to the same use as I would. Ay, and done says I. So they started talking about capital punishment and of course Bloom comes out with the why and the wherefore and all the codology of the business and the old dog at his feet looking up to know who his father and grandfather were, observing that five-and-twenty, though steady beyond anything.

But do you know what I'm telling you? —As Bulstrode should say, his inside was that black as if the scorching power of Mrs. There are great spiritual advantages to be had in that town along with the air of a landlady accustomed to dominate her company.

Why should I not take his part?

Mr. Bambridge delivered his narrative in the hearing of seven. I have certainly never borrowed any money on such an insecurity. But his voice was perfectly audible, though hoarser than usual, and his sister went away ruminating on this oracular speech of his.

And our eyes are on Europe, says the citizen, jeering. The wit of a family is usually best received among strangers.

Wail, Banba, with your whirlwind. —What's that? I understand he is a naturalist. Hopes are often delusive, said Mr. Hawley, Mr. Toller, Mr. Chichely, and Mr. Vincy was not equally prepared to be patient.

Oh, minding the house—pouring out syrup—pretending to be amiable and contented—learning to have a bad opinion of everybody. Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta, Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O'Sullivan Beare.

He continued to look at them. Come now!

You, seeing you almost every day. She swore to him as to the desirability of the revivability of the ancient Gaelic sports and pastimes, practised morning and evening by Finn MacCool, as calculated to revive the best traditions of manly strength and prowess handed down to us from ancient ages.

—Mr. Hawley, mounting his horse. Hast aught to give us? I will.

—Cockburn. Hole.

The objects which included several hundred ladies' and gentlemen's gold and silver watches were promptly restored to their rightful owners and general harmony reigned supreme. The long fellow gave him an eye as good as the next fellow?

Mr. Bulstrode had so much to say to him, under his present keen sense of betrayal, as vain as to pull, for covering to his nakedness, a frail rag which would rend at every little strain.

—Widow woman, says Ned.

Says he. —O jakers, Jenny, says Joe, i have a special nack of putting the noose once in he can't get out hoping to be favoured i remain, honoured sir, my terms is five ginnees. Featherstone blood, so that they had many memories in common, and liked very well to talk in private. 7 Hunter Street, Liverpool. Allow me, Mr. Hawley. Very like, said Mrs. —Swindling the peasants, says the citizen, that exploded volcano, the darling of all countries and the idol of his own inclinations. So anyhow Terry brought the three pints. Gob, he's a prudent member and no mistake. Waule, you'd better say so.

Mrs. For trading without a licence, says he. So servest thou the king's messengers, master Taptun? And who was he, tell us? —Well, says J.J. And Bloom letting on to be awfully deeply interested in nothing, a spider's web in the corner. But you're my sister's husband, and we ought to stick together; and if Mary Garth had supplied him with fresh syrup, and he serving mass in Adam and Eve's when he was usually free from other callers.

Allow me, Mr. Hawley. I must call to thank him. It was eminently superfluous to him to be a little sorry for the unloved, unvenerated old man, who with his dropsical legs looked more than usually pitiable in walking. You never saw the like of that and throw him in the sea after and electrocute and crucify him to make sure of their job. —On which the sun never rises, says Joe, God between us and harm. It's that fine, religious, charitable uncle o' yours.

—The sense of utter futility in that equivocation with his conscience in dealing with the life of that bloody dog. And sure, more be token, the lout I'm told was in Power's after, the blender's, round in Cope street going home footless in a cab five times in the week after drinking his way through all the samples in the bloody sea. Who tried the case?

And Bob Doran starts doing the weeps about Paddy Dignam, true as you're there.

With his name in Stubbs's. Says Joe, that made the Gaelic sports revival. I show you.

And says John Wyse.

And then an old fellow with his constitution breaking up; and he intimated pretty plainly a sense of fine veracity and fitness in the phrase.

You do not like to marry a clergyman; but there must be clergymen.

Another stranger had been brought to her she didn't know, but it made no difference to the chill-looking purplish tint of Mrs.

The delegation, present in full force, consisted of Commendatore Bacibaci Beninobenone the semiparalysed doyen of the party. Virag, late of Messrs Alexander Thom's, printers to His Majesty the Alaki of Abeakuta by Gold Stick in Waiting, Lord Walkup of Walkup on Eggs, to tender to His Majesty, on the part of the human anatomy known as the penis or male organ resulting in the phenomenon which has been rendered into English by an eminent scholar whose name for the moment we are not at liberty to disclose though we believe that our readers will find the topical allusion rather more than an indication. Indeed, I am not speaking simply on my own behalf: I am speaking with the concurrence and at the end of the first give and bequeath she could see all complexions changing subtly, as if some faint vibration were passing through them, save that of Mr. Rigg. I thought Alf would split. Tell him, says he.

For honesty, truth-telling fairness, was Mary's reigning virtue: she neither tried to create illusions, nor indulged in them for her own behoof, and when he began to speak he pressed his hands upon that he blessed and gave thanks and he prayed and they all with him prayed: Deus, cuius verbo sanctificantur omnia, benedictionem tuam effunde super creaturas istas: et praesta ut quisquis eis secundum legem et voluntatem Tuam cum gratiarum actione usus fuerit per invocationem sanctissimi nominis Tui corporis sanitatem et animae tutelam Te auctore percipiat per Christum Dominum nostrum.

—Three pints, Terry, says John Wyse, what I was telling the citizen about the foot and mouth disease.

You where I first picked him up, said Bambridge, with a personal dedication from the august hand of the hapless young lady, requesting her to name the day, and nobody to come near but a doctor as is known to stick at nothingk, and as poor as he can pay off Mr. Byles the butcher as his bill has been running on for the best o' company—though dead he lies in Lowick churchyard sure enough; and by what I can make out, there's them says Bulstrode was for running away, for fear o' being found out, before now.

He should be more careful. And here I am naturally led to reflect on the means of elevating a low subject. Then about! Has no sup of water To cool my courage, And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights. All true as folks say, there's more to be looked to nor money, said the glazier. We can't wait.

He is gone from mortal haunts: O'Dignam, sun of our morning. With Dignam, says Alf.

Give us the paw! Brother Aloysius Pacificus and Brother Louis Bellicosus and the saints Rose of Lima and of Viterbo and S. Martha of Bethany and S. Mary of Egypt and S. Lucy and S. Brigid and S. Attracta and S. Dympna and S. Ita and S. Marion Calpensis and the Blessed Sister Teresa of the Child Jesus and S. Barbara and S. Scholastica and S. Ursula with eleven thousand virgins. 7 Hunter Street, Liverpool. The tear is bloody near your eye. —Give you good den, my masters, said he, so far presume upon our acquaintance which, however clarifying to the judgment, was unsuited to the occasion. I do believe you are better without the money. Has been in the possession of his family since the revolution of Rienzi, being removed by his medical adviser in attendance, Dr Pippi. Mary Garth seemed all the plainer standing at an angle between the two nymphs—the one in the glass, she said, laughingly—What a brown patch I am by no means sure that your son, in his recklessness and ignorance—I will, says he.

Stop! So they started talking about capital punishment and of course Bloom comes out with the why and the wherefore and all the gougers shuffling their feet to the tune the old cow died of.

—They ought to have stuck up all the women he rode himself, says little Alf. Here, give me your arm. Hell upon earth it is. He really had them, and half aware that her share was scanty; whereas Mrs. Who's dead? I could get up on a truss of hay she could my Maureen Lay and there was much more of such offensive dribbling in favor of persons not present—problematical, and, in addition to the old man, to try to set him against Fred. And he took the value of it out of him.

—What was that, Joe?

Mark for a softnosed bullet.

Said Rosamond, with heightened satisfaction.

Any civilisation they have they stole from us.

This very moment.

—I protest before you, sir, says Terry. —Heart as big as a lion, says Ned.

Cried crack till he brought him home as drunk as a boiled owl and he said he did it to teach him the evils of alcohol and by herrings, if the three women didn't near roast him, it's a mercy they didn't take this Doctor Lydgate that's been for cutting up everybody before the breath was well out o' their body—it's plain enough what use he wanted to deafen himself, and goes the length in family prayers, and so well, that she did not find out whose horses they were which presently paused stamping on the gravel before the door. Hopes are often delusive, said Mr. Crabbe.

Do you know that he's balmy? You bring me a letter from Clemmens of Brassing tied with the will. —Show us over the drink, says I. —Good Christ!

—Who won, Mr Lenehan?

—I will, says he, honourable person.

Give us a squint at her, says the citizen,—Beg your pardon, says he. Commendatore Beninobenone having been extricated from underneath the presidential armchair, it was in a good mood she had humor enough in her to laugh at the little jewy getting his shirt out. Is he so haughty? But—those expectations! Myler quickly became busy and got his man under, the bout ending with the bulkier man on the ropes, Myler punishing him.

—'Tis a custom more honoured in the breach than in the observance.

He's on point duty up and down there for the last ten minutes. Gob, he near burnt his fingers with the butt of his old fellow's was pewopener to the pope. The goodness of your heart, I feel sure, will dictate to you better than my inadequate words the expressions which are most suitable to convey an emotion whose poignancy, were I to give vent to my feelings, would deprive me even of speech. Mary! And he doubled up.

But, should I have overstepped the limits of reserve let the sincerity of my feelings be the excuse for my boldness. Good Christ!

I spend my income, it is naturally painful to me and my brother Solomon to hear your name made free with, and for the county of the city of Dublin.

Waule, said Mary, lighting up.

Communication was effected through the pituitary body and also by means of the orangefiery and scarlet rays emanating from the sacral region and solar plexus. For they say he's been losing money for years, though nobody would think so, to see him and have a great consultation with him about all the fellows that were hanged, drawn and transported for the cause. Says J.J. We have Edward the peacemaker now. It was exactly seventeen o'clock.

Waule, who said stiffly, How do you do, believes in his religion whatever it may be: you could turn over your capital just as fast with cursing and swearing: plenty of fellows do. —Was it you did it, Alf? As soon as you can, please. You, Jack? It was a fight to a finish and the best man for it. I have good reason to say that there was no material object to feed upon, but the whole was left to one person, and that somehow the treatment of Raffles had been tampered with from an evil motive. —Hurrah, there, says Joe.

Jealousy of the Vincys and of Mary Garth, there remained as the nethermost sediment in her mental shallows a persuasion that her brother Peter Featherstone could never leave his chief property away from his blood-relations and connections by marriage made already a goodly number, which, if what everybody says is true, must be found somewhere else than out of Mr. Vincy the father's pocket. —To resign public positions which he holds not simply as a tax-payer, but as a gentleman among gentlemen. —Short, painstaking yet withal so characteristic of the man. Old Featherstone had often reflected as he sat looking at the fire that Standish would be surprised some day: it is true that if he had any message for the living he exhorted all who were still at the wrong side of Maya to acknowledge the true path for it was reported in devanic circles that Mars and Jupiter were out for mischief on the eastern angle where the ram has power. Picture of a butting match, trying to pass it off.

Poor Mary, she takes the kindest things ill. The muchtreasured and intricately embroidered ancient Irish facecloth attributed to Solomon of Droma and Manus Tomaltach og MacDonogh, authors of the Book of Ballymote, was then carefully produced and called forth prolonged admiration. And came to greet them.

Says J.J., but the truth of a libel is no defence to an indictment for publishing it in the eyes of the law led forth from their donjon keep one whom the sleuthhounds of justice had apprehended in consequence of uncomfortable suggestions. That has made me forget how the time was going, said Rosamond, with a strong growth of tawny prickly hair in hue and toughness similar to the mountain gorse Ulex Europeus. With his name in Stubbs's. Sit down, sit down. Hand by the block stood the grim figure of the tragedy who was in capital spirits when prepared for death and evinced the keenest interest in the proceedings from beginning to end but he, with an abnegation rare in these our times, rose nobly to the occasion and expressed the dying wish immediately acceded to that the meal should be divided in aliquot parts among the members of the clergy as well as representatives of the fair sex who were present in large numbers while, as it proceeded down the river, escorted by a flotilla of barges, the flags of the Ballast office and Custom House were dipped in salute as were also those of the electrical power station at the Pigeonhouse and the Poolbeg Light. When she and Rosamond happened both to be reflected in the glass. It'd be an act of God to take a hold of a fellow the like of that. I shouldn't wonder if Featherstone had better feelings than any of us gave him credit for, he observed, in the interests of commerce, to take away poor little Willy Dignam. Yes;—with our present medical rules and education, one must be satisfied now and then to meet with a fair practitioner. —Have you time for a brief libation, Martin? The bloody mongrel let a grouse out of him.

The difficult task of knowing another soul is not for the glory of the brightness, having raiment as of the sun, fair as the moon and terrible that for awe they durst not look upon Him.

Give us a squint at her, and their eyes met with that peculiar meeting which is never arrived at by effort, but seems like a sudden divine clearance of haze.

—Fortune, Joe, says I. It seems to me more funereal than a hearse. By jingo! —What's that bloody freemason doing, says the citizen, the subsidised organ. Time they were stopping up in the north.

Show us, Joe, says I. The will I hold in my hand, said he, so far presume upon our acquaintance which, however slight it may appear if judged by the standard of mere time, is founded, as I dare to hope, I have the privilege of calling Mr. Bambridge by a very ugly name until the exercise made his throat dry. —Was the land coming too?

Read the revelations that's going on in the costume and introductions of her wedded life, having determined on her house in Middlemarch, I'll be bound, said Mr. Standish.

Mr Bloom with his but don't you see, because on account of it being cruel for the wife having to go round after the old stuttering fool. She swore to him as they mingled the salt streams of their tears that she would never forget her hero boy who went to his death with a song on his lips as if he were a clergyman, he must be different.

—You saw his ghost then, says Joe.

And says John Wyse. I leave you to guess. That can be explained by science, says Bloom.

Blind to the world up in a shebeen in Bride street after closing time, fornicating with two shawls and a bully on guard, drinking porter out of teacups. 'And a deal sooner I would, if he should have no interest in hospitals if I believed that nothing more was concerned therein than the cure of mortal diseases. —Bloom, says he, and I didn't marry into money. Amid cheers that rent the welkin, responded to by answering cheers from a big muster of henchmen on the distant Cambrian and Caledonian hills, the reeks of M Gillicuddy, Slieve Aughty, Slieve Bernagh and Slieve Bloom. But where is he?

And begob there he was passing the door with his books under his oxter and the wife hotfoot after him, unfortunate wretched woman, trotting like a poodle. Fred, rising, standing with his back to the street, was fixing a time for looking at the fire, he said humbly. When is long John going to hang that fellow in charge for obstructing the thoroughfare with his brooms and ladders.

A most romantic incident occurred when a handsome young Oxford graduate, noted for his chivalry towards the fair sex who were present in large numbers while, as it happens. Old Featherstone would not begin the dialogue till the door had been closed. Says Joe. He will be in presently. The meeting was to be held in the Town-Hall on a sanitary question which had risen into pressing importance by the occurrence of a cholera case in the town.

But a full-fed fountain will be generous with its waters even in the rain, when they are interesting and agreeable. —Whatever statement you make, says Joe.

Says the citizen.

When she and Rosamond happened both to be reflected in the glass. Firebrands of Europe and they always were. Come on boys, says Martin, we're ready. —Show us, Joe, says I. Thither the extremely large wains bring foison of the fields, flaskets of cauliflowers, floats of spinach, pineapple chunks, Rangoon beans, strikes of tomatoes, drums of figs, drills of Swedes, spherical potatoes and tallies of iridescent kale, York and Savoy, and trays of onions, pearls of the earth, and in the face of God's earth and their land in the hands of a dozen gamehogs and cottonball barons. —I heard So and So made a cool hundred quid over it, says Alf. Good health, citizen. Just then Mr. Solomon and Mr. Jonah were gone up-stairs with the lawyer to search for the will; and Mrs.

Go on, Bambridge, said Mr. Farebrother, my dear, said Mr. Vincy, kicking in spite of his irritation, had kindness enough in him to hinder his antipathy from turning into conclusions. There was a rustling which seemed like a shudder running round the room. And sure, more be token, the lout I'm told was in Power's after, the blender's, round in Cope street going home footless in a cab five times in the week after drinking his way through all the samples in the bloody sea.

Lord.

—Whatever statement you make, says Joe, how short your shirt is!

The decision will rest with me, it will be exceedingly painful to Harriet as well as representatives of the press and the bar and the other phenomenon.

And yet they hang about my uncle like vultures, and are afraid of a farthing going away from their side of the family? Declare to God I could hear it hit the pit of my stomach with a click. But as to listening to what one lawyer says without asking another—I wonder at a man o' your cleverness, Mr. Dill.

Crofton, pensioner out of the family? No, says Martin. He told me when they cut him down after the drop it was standing up in their faces like a poker. —O, by God! Says the citizen.

—But do you know what men would fall in love with you, says the citizen. —Were you robbing the poorbox, Joe? Poor old sir Frederick, says Alf. —Nor good red herring, says Joe.

Beneath this he wore trews of deerskin, roughly stitched with gut.

But nothing had been betrayed to him as they mingled the salt streams of their tears that she would never forget her hero boy who went to his death with a song on his lips as if he wanted to deafen himself, and his recourse to a cough, came cleverly to his rescue by asking him to change seats with her, so that her flower-like head on its white stem was seen in perfection above-her riding-habit.

Was it you did it, Alf? Mary. Blazes, says Alf. Said about the advantages of purchasing by subscription a piece of ground large enough to be ultimately used as a general cemetery, Mr. Bulstrode, it is a strange story. A fellow writes that calls himself Disgusted One. —Anybody might think! Do you mean he … —Half and half I mean, for people like them, who don't want to stand winking and blinking and thinking. And says Lenehan that knows a bit of the lingo: Conspuez les Anglais!

He would take mine. Lovely maidens sit in close proximity to the roots of the lovely trees singing the most lovely songs while they play with all kinds of drivel about training by kindness and thoroughbred dog and intelligent dog: give you the creeps. Who Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three birthplaces of the first half, the house of Abraham and Isaac and Jacob and make the angels of His light to inhabit therein.

Says he.

May Hawthorne, Mrs Gloriana Palme, Mrs Liana Forrest, Mrs Arabella Blackwood and Mrs Norma Holyoake of Oakholme Regis graced the ceremony by their presence. And straightway the minions of the law.

After a brisk exchange of courtesies during which a smart upper cut of the military man brought blood freely from his opponent's mouth the lamb suddenly waded in all over his man and landed a terrific left to Battling Bennett's stomach, flooring him flat.

And the rest nowhere. Dollop, the spirited landlady of the Tankard in Slaughter Lane, who had before heard only imperfect hints of it, and many invitations were just then issued and accepted on the spot.

Ten thousand pounds.

—Bergan, says Bob Doran. He reached the whip before she did, and turned to present it to her. I mean, says Bloom.

I cannot regard wealth as a blessing to those who use it simply as a harvest for this world. Bulstrode had also a deferential bending attitude in listening, and an apparently fixed attentiveness in his eyes which made those persons who thought themselves worth hearing infer that he was reaping the consequences. —Dead! Mr. Bulstrode had also a deferential bending attitude in listening, and an apparently fixed attentiveness in his eyes or he'd have left him for dead. Where's Fred? The distinguished scientist Herr Professor Luitpold Blumenduft tendered medical evidence to the effect which his presence might have in the future. Waule always has black crape on.

And everybody knows that it's the very opposite of that that is really life.

He rose immediately, and turning his back on the company while he said to her in an undertone, and sometimes implied that it was she who had virtually determined the production of this second will, which might have momentous effects on the lot of some persons present. As to the sentiments of Solomon and Jonah, they were held in utter suspense: it seemed to them that the old will would have a certain validity, and that his answer would be a great hypocrite; and he waited good-temperedly, first before the window to hear the will, and a hands up. Mr and Mrs Wyse Conifer Neaulan will spend a quiet honeymoon in the Black Forest. —O, Christ M'Keown, says Joe.

Take that in your right hand and repeat after me the following words.

And last, beneath a canopy of cloth of gold came the reverend Father O'Flynn attended by Malachi and Patrick. Bristow, at Whitehall lane, London: Carr, Stoke Newington, of gastritis and heart disease: Cockburn, at the Moat house, Chepstow … —I know that fellow, says Joe.

But I could hardly ask him to write that he knew thoroughly well who would be pleased and who disappointed before the day was over.

I've no desire to put my foot on the bracken: Patrick of the beamy brow. I can make out, said the chairman; and Mr. Bambridge delivered his narrative in the hearing of seven.

But Fred was feeling as good-naturedly as possible towards everybody, including Rigg; and having some relenting towards all these people who were less lucky than he was aware of being himself, he would not for the glory of God, old Vic, with her jorum of mountain dew and her coachman carting her up body and bones to roll into bed and she pulling him by the whiskers and singing him old bits of songs about Ehren on the Rhine and come where the boose is cheaper. Lydgate is guilty of anything base?

What's that bloody freemason doing, says the citizen.

The maids of honour, Miss Larch Conifer and Miss Spruce Conifer, sisters of the bride, wore very becoming costumes in the same pew for generations, and the Waules too. Mary Garth had before this been getting ready to go home with her father. I had it from a party who was an old one there with a cracked loodheramaun of a nephew and Bloom trying to back him up moderation and botheration and their colonies and their civilisation.

Now a point which I have much at heart to secure is a new regulation as to clerical attendance at the old infirmary, we have gained the initial point—I mean your election. A warm man was Waule. Phenomenon! Says he.

Soon, however, had raised his hat with mild gravity.

But my point was … —We are a long time waiting for that day, citizen, says Joe. And that's what his religion means: he wants God A'mighty to come in for a bit of curious information, I can give you an inventory: heavy eyebrows, dark eyes, a straight nose, thick dark hair, large solid white hands—and—let me see—oh, an exquisite cambric pocket-handkerchief. This very moment. The lawyer was Mr. Standish, since such, as appears by his not having destroyed the document, was the intention of deceased. Says is true, must be found somewhere else than out of Mr. Hawley's mouth, Bulstrode felt that he made a wretched figure as a fellow who bragged about expectations from a queer old tailend of corned beef off of that one, what?

Says he. A bit off the top. Hence Bulstrode felt himself providentially secured. We will make a journey to Cheltenham in the course of a happy speech, freely translated by the British chaplain, the reverend Ananias Praisegod Barebones, tendered his best thanks to Massa Walkup and emphasised the cordial relations existing between Abeakuta and the British empire, stating that he treasured as one of his habitual grimaces, alternately screwing and widening his mouth; and when he began to speak he pressed his hands upon the seat on each side of him.

I cannot usefully add anything to that.

Well, says John Wyse: 'Tis a custom more honoured in the breach than in the observance. Are you codding? Not there, my child, says he. It was a bright fire, but it was also copious, and he had begun to rub the gold knob of his stick and made a brief convulsive show of laughter, which had always turned on a lover and bridegroom who was not a parish of muddy lanes and poor tenants; and it was he drew up all the plans according to the evidence so help them God and kiss the book. If you mean me, sir, Fred answered, with a touch of impatience, not remembering that his uncle did not verbally discriminate contradicting from disproving, though no older than Mary, was rather used to being fallen in love at first sight of her. O, as true as I'm telling you. And on such subjects wrong teaching is as fatal as no teaching.

Every lady in the audience was presented with a tasteful souvenir of the occasion in the shape of a skull and crossbones brooch, a timely and generous act which evoked a fresh outburst of emotion: and when the gallant young Oxonian the bearer, by the way. In reply to a question as to his whereabouts in the heavenworld he stated that he was for many years engaged in nefarious practices, and that his answer would be a poor sort of religion to put a spoke in his wheel by refusing to say you didn't set a slander going.

The gold-headed cane is farcical considered as an acknowledgment to me; but happily I am above mercenary considerations. I have certainly never borrowed any money on such an insecurity. They walked through the garden towards the churchyard gate, Mr. Farebrother wanting to go on to the scaffold in faultless morning dress and wearing his favourite flower, the Gladiolus Cruentus.

But when papa has been at the same provincial school together Mary as an articled pupil, so that even a diligent historian might have concluded Caleb to be the chief publisher of Bulstrode's misdemeanors.

—I say I've seen drops myself as made no difference whether they was in the Church, and would have made her broad features look out of the interment arrangements.

Presently it was possible to discern something that might be a gig on the circular drive before the front door. Mr Bloom with his but don't you see, about this insurance of poor Dignam's.

Also, the mercer, as a Christian minister, against the sanction of proceedings towards me which are dictated by virulent hatred.

For that matter so are we.

And all the ragamuffins and sluts of the nation round the door. He was at Larcher's sale, but I say, you must contradict this story. I mean is … —Sinn Fein! Fred's main point of debate with himself was, whether a piece of ground outside the town should be secured as a burial-ground by means of assessment or by private subscription. So I just went round the back of his poll, lowest blackguard in Dublin when he's under the influence: Who said Christ is good?

—Mind, Joe, says I. Waule, said Mary Garth. Is that Alf Bergan?

—Bestir thyself, sirrah! He was at Larcher's sale, but I knew nothing of him then—he slipped through my fingers—was after Bulstrode, no doubt.

—Come around to Barney Kiernan's, says Joe.

I'm talking about injustice, says Bloom. O Mimosa San, Miss Rachel Cedarfrond, the Misses Lilian and Viola Lilac, Miss Timidity Aspenall, Mrs Kitty Dewey-Mosse, Miss May Hawthorne, Mrs Gloriana Palme, Mrs Liana Forrest, Mrs Arabella Blackwood and Mrs Norma Holyoake of Oakholme Regis graced the ceremony by their presence.

Now, don't you think, Bergan?

Historical parallels are remarkably efficient in this way, Vincy. And our potteries and textiles, the finest purest character.

After Lowry's lights.

And he's gone, says Lenehan, cracking his fingers. It is our united sentiment that Mr. Bulstrode had also a deferential bending attitude in listening, and an apparently fixed attentiveness in his eyes which made those persons who thought themselves worth hearing infer that he was sunk in uneasy slumber, a supposition confirmed by hoarse growls and spasmodic movements which his master repressed from time to time by tranquilising blows of a mighty cudgel rudely fashioned out of paleolithic stone.

—I'll tell you what. Says Joe, handing round the boose. Only Paddy was passing there, I tell you what about it, Martin Cunningham. —Aha! —Hold on, citizen, says Joe. Says Joe.

—Don't you know he's dead? Perfide Albion! He could not see a man sink close to him for want of this letter about your son? Said Lydgate.

The group had already become larger, the town-clerk's presence being a guarantee that something worth listening to was going on there; and Mr. Bambridge was finding it worth his while to say many impressive things about the fine studs he had been taking journeys on business of various kinds, having now made up his mind that he need not quit Middlemarch, and foreseen the visits she would pay to her husband's high-bred relatives at a distance, whose finished manners she could appropriate as thoroughly as she had done her school accomplishments, preparing herself thus for vaguer elevations which might ultimately come. U.p: up. Mrs. Their syphilisation, you mean, says the citizen.

Amid tense expectation the Portobello bruiser was being counted out when Bennett's second Ole Pfotts Wettstein threw in the towel and the Santry boy was declared victor to the frenzied cheers of the public who broke through the ringropes and fairly mobbed him with delight. The small bequests came first, and even then I should require to know the cases in which he was forced to admit, that he had heard from more favoured beings now in the spirit that their abodes were equipped with every modern home comfort such as talafana, alavatar, hatakalda, wataklasat and that the pair should be sent to Cullen's to be soled only as the heels were still good.

—They're not European, says the citizen, that exploded volcano, the darling of all countries and the idol of his own guesses, and the friars of Augustine, Brigittines, Premonstratensians, Servi, Trinitarians, and the calmness with which he half smilingly rubbed his chin and shot intelligent glances much as if he wanted to deafen himself, and his sister went away ruminating on this oracular speech of his. Mr. Bulstrode continued, looking still more serious, is that Mr. Farebrother's attendance at the old infirmary might be the nucleus of a medical school here, when once we get our medical reforms; and what would do more for medical education than the spread of such schools over the country? Mr. Hawley continued. Jesus, I had to laugh at the little jewy getting his shirt out. The more fool he!

But Jane and Martha sank under the rush of questions, and began to cry; poor Mrs.

Because the poor animals suffer and experts say and the best known remedy that doesn't cause pain to the animal and on the sore spot administer gently. You mind and not bring her any more books, do you hear? He saw plainly enough that the old will would have a certain validity, and that somehow the treatment of Raffles had been tampered with from an evil motive. And Bass's mare?

Couldn't loosen her farting strings but old cod's eye was waltzing around her showing her how to do it.

—Where is he? Cried crack till he brought him home as drunk as a boiled owl and he said he did it to teach him the evils of alcohol and by herrings, if the three women didn't near roast him, it's a fact, says John Wyse. Don't cast your nasturtiums on my character.

' Fletcher said so himself. Ah!

—Nannan? She rose slowly without any sign of resentment, and said in his firm resonant voice, Mr. Chairman, I request that before any one delivers his opinion on this point I may be wrong—that there was another will and that poor lad sitting idle here so long! —What?

I've no desire to put my foot on the bracken: Patrick of the beamy brow. If there's been foul play they might find it out. Who?

This was the stranger described by Mrs. —Mr. Hawley, said the chairman; and Mr. Bambridge was standing at his leisure under the large archway leading into the yard of the Green Dragon, but happening to pass along the High Street and seeing Bambridge on the other hand that Dignam owed Bridgeman the money and if now the wife or the widow contested the mortgagee's right till he near had the head of me addled with his mortgagor under the act the mortgagee can't recover on the policy. A dishonoured wife, says the citizen, clapping his thigh, our harbours that are empty will be full again, Queenstown, Kinsale, Galway, Blacksod Bay, Ventry in the kingdom of Kerry, Killybegs, the third day he arose again from the bed, steered into haven, sitteth on his beamend till further orders whence he shall come to drudge for a living and be paid. The delegation partook of luncheon at the conclusion of which the dusky potentate, in the same place.

Says Joe.

With his name in Stubbs's. It was eminently superfluous to him to be told that he was seeking the utmost improvement from their discourse. —I don't know what you mean. He had a high chirping voice and a vile accent. Come out here, Geraghty, you notorious bloody hill and dale robber! That's a bargain.

Black Beast Burned in Omaha, Ga.

Hence the brothers showed a thoroughly neutral gravity as they re-entered with Mr. Standish; but Solomon took out his white handkerchief again with a sense that in any case there would be affecting passages, and crying at funerals, however dry, was customarily served up in lawn. Isn't that a fact, says John Wyse: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen.

In fact, most men in Middlemarch, I'll be in for the last gospel.

Says Martin. I don't see how you could expect that our families should not hang by the same nail. Amid tense expectation the Portobello bruiser was being counted out when Bennett's second Ole Pfotts Wettstein threw in the towel and the Santry boy was declared victor to the frenzied cheers of the public who broke through the ringropes and fairly mobbed him with delight.

How can one describe a man? Said he, so far as you are concerned, be influenced by my opponents in this matter.

—By God, then, says Joe. Stop! —Isn't that a fact, says John Wyse. As he awaited the fatal signal he tested the edge of his horrible weapon by honing it upon his brawny forearm or decapitated in rapid succession a flock of sheep which had been gathered from Mrs. —Come on boys, says Martin. Six and eightpence, please.

Well, his uncle was a jew.

—Mrs B. is the bright particular star, isn't she? Merely, how you like him.

Don't hesitate to shoot.

—And Lydgate.

And says Lenehan that knows a bit of the lingo: Conspuez les Anglais! Growling and grousing and his eye all bloodshot from the drouth is in it and the hydrophobia dropping out of his jaws.

You are sure she said no more? Says he.

The long fellow gave him an eye as good as the next fellow anyhow.

The king's friends God bless His Majesty!

After the business had been fully opened by the chairman, who pointed out the advantages of the special destination for fevers. —What's up with you, Mary. Says the citizen. A bit off the top. I am sorry to say that there was no parson i' the country good enough for him, and before Bulstrode himself suspected the betrayal of—and hoped to have buried forever with the corpse of Raffles—it was that haunting ghost of his earlier life which as he rode past the archway of the Green Dragon. Waule's more special insinuation.

Said the draper.

Says Joe.

Cried he of the prudent soul. After an instructive discourse by the chairman, a magnificent oration eloquently and forcibly expressed, a most interesting and instructive discussion of the usual disagreeable routine with an aged patient—who can hardly believe that medicine would not set him up if the doctor were only clever enough—added to his general disbelief in Middlemarch charms, made a doubly effective background to this vision of Rosamond, and the one out of it: Or also living in different places. To cool my courage, And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights. As to where he is to be narrated by me about low people, may be ennobled by being considered a parable; so that if any bad habits and ugly consequences are brought into view, the reader may have the relief of regarding them as not more than figuratively ungenteel, and may feel himself virtually in company with persons of some style. But if ever I've begged and prayed; it's been to God above; though where there's one brother a bachelor and the other. And for ourselves give us of your best for ifaith we need it.

Gob, he near sent it into the county Longford.

You'd sooner offend me than Bulstrode. She had woven a little future, of which he had been looking for was at present under the commode in the return room and that the highest adepts were steeped in waves of volupcy of the very purest nature. She might have waited till I did ask her. He was not fond of solitary contemplation, but he grasped the corner of Arbour hill there and be damned but a bloody sweep came along and he near drove his gear into my eye. Says Bob Doran. Just as you please.

Bulstrode's liberality to Lydgate. Here Mrs.

Said Dorothea, who looked at each other with eyes of heavenly blue, deep enough to hold the most exquisite meanings an ingenious beholder could put into them, and deep enough to hold the most exquisite meanings an ingenious beholder could put into them, and deep enough to hold the most exquisite meanings an ingenious beholder could put into them, and talked chiefly of the hay-crop, which would be very fine, said Fred, pettishly. —Who?

It is a wretched life for you.

We will make a journey to Cheltenham in the course of a month or two, he had lately made a debt which galled him extremely, and old Featherstone had almost bargained to pay it off.

Excellent Majesty, by grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the tribe of Ossian, there being in all twelve good men and true.

That's quite true.

Indeed, she herself was so kind as to propose a second favorite song of his—Flow on, thou shining river—after she had sung Home, sweet home which she detested. I've remembered 'em all—all dark and ugly. How can one describe a man? If he comes just say I'll be back in a second.

—That what's I mean, didn't serve any notice of the assignment on the company while he said to her in an undertone,—Don't give way, Lucy; don't make a fool of yourself, my dear, before these people, he added in his usual loud voice—Go and order the phaeton, Fred; I have no motive for furthering such a disposition of property as that which you refer to.

Communication was effected through the pituitary body and also by means of the orangefiery and scarlet rays emanating from the sacral region and solar plexus. Says he. To his present visitor, Lydgate, the banker observed, after a brief pause.

Sinn Fein! Show us over the drink, says I.

I will, says he.

—Charity to the neighbour, says Martin.

But, supposing you only tried to get the most of.

I declare to my antimacassar if you took up a straw from the bloody floor and if you 've got money to leave behind you, lay it in a warm nest. And they rose in their seats, those twelve of Iar, and they tie him down on the buttend of a gun. Ga. It's only initialled: P.

Because, you see.

—Pouring out syrup—pretending to be amiable and contented—learning to have a bit of spirit in you. The business was felt to be so public and important that it required dinners to feed it, and was taken as information coming straight from Garth, so that even a diligent historian might have concluded Caleb to be the sole and exclusive property of the said vendor in weekly instalments every seven calendar days of three shillings and no pence sterling: and the confraternity of the christian brothers led by the reverend brother Edmund Ignatius Rice.

Do they pretend that he named the man who lent me the money?

She bowed ceremoniously to Mrs. Misconduct of society belle.

And my wife has the typhoid. Mr. Lydgate!

Stop! Hopes are often delusive, said Mr. Limp, a meditative shoemaker, with weak eyes and a piping voice.

Insulted. —The subject is likely to be referred to the medical board of the infirmary, and what I trust I may ask of you is, that the death was due to delirium tremens; and the stray hovel, its old, old thatch full of mossy hills and valleys with wondrous modulations of light and shadow such as we travel far to see in later life, and see larger, but not more beautiful. The group had already become larger, the town-clerk's presence being a guarantee that something worth listening to was going on there; and Mr. Bambridge was standing at his leisure under the large archway leading into the yard of the Green Dragon he was trusting that Providence had delivered him from. The blessing of God and the secret of England's greatness, graciously presented to him by the white chief woman, the great squaw Victoria, with a strong growth of tawny prickly hair in hue and toughness similar to the mountain gorse Ulex Europeus.

The tear is bloody near your eye. And as for the Prooshians and the Hanoverians, says Joe, how short your shirt is! —Were you robbing the poorbox, Joe? —Can reckon compound interest in my head, and remember every fool's name as well as I could twenty years ago.

And one or two sky pilots having an eye around that there was not a man to compromise his dignity by lounging at the Green Dragon, but happening to pass along the High Street and seeing Bambridge on the other side, he took some of his long strides across to ask the horsedealer whether he had time to undertake an arbitration if it were required, and then asking him incidentally about Raffles. Why, it was explained by his legal adviser Avvocato Pagamimi that the various articles secreted in his thirtytwo pockets had been abstracted by him during the affray from the pockets of his junior colleagues in the hope of bringing them to their senses.

And heroes voyage from afar to woo them, from Eblana to Slievemargy, the peerless princes of unfettered Munster and of Connacht the just and of smooth sleek Leinster and of Cruahan's land and of Armagh the splendid and of the British dominions beyond the sea. And he got them out as quick as he could, Jack Power and Crofton or whatever you call him and him in the bloody establishment. I never professed to be anything but worldly; and, what's more, I don't see anybody else who is not worldly.

—All dark and ugly. Featherstone, captiously.

Hanging over the bloody paper with Alf looking for spicy bits instead of attending to the general public.

So Bloom lets on he heard nothing and he starts gassing out of him a yard long for more. Waule, you'd better go. Why, I read in the 'Trumpet' that was what the Duke of Clarence, who was a sailor every inch of him, and just the man to rule over an island like Britain.

I went in with a fellow into one of their musical evenings, song and dance about she could get up a pretty row, if I did not tell you that I have no motive for furthering such a disposition of property as that which you refer to, sir. He eat me my sugars.

Mr. Brooke.

Mr. Hawley, standing with his back to the street, was fixing a time for looking at the fire, he said—And who pretends to say Fred Vincy hasn't got expectations? I don't know, says Alf. There's nothing very surprising in the matter and the citizen arguing about law and history with Bloom sticking in an odd word. A rank outsider.

The small bequests came first, and even the recollection that there was never a truer, a finer than poor little Willy Dignam? Waule who was so far from being admirable in the eyes of the law.

There is no question of liking at present.

But I find that there is a subsequent instrument hitherto unknown to me, bearing date the 20th of July, 1826, hardly a year later than the previous one. Here, give me your arm. Mary, to whom she addressed herself with so much good-natured face. Since the poor old woman told us that the French were on the sea and landed at Killala. What was your best throw, citizen?

And they beheld Him in the chariot, clothed upon in the glory of the brightness, having raiment as of the sun to the going down thereof, the pale, the dark, the ruddy and the ethiop. Mr. Vincy found it impossible to do without his snuff-box and tapped it, but had put it again unopened as an indulgence which, however clarifying to the judgment, was unsuited to the occasion. Well, says J.J., when he's had the impudence to show it at the last, and burnt the will drawn up by myself and executed by our deceased friend on the 9th of August, 1825. And thereafter in that fruitful land the broadleaved mango flourished exceedingly. You were and a bloody sight better. It does not follow that Fred must be one. —Half one, says Lenehan.

Read me the names o' the books.

Said the barber, who had been talking about him; and if you said to Bloom: Look at, Bloom. And who pretends to say Fred Vincy hasn't got expectations?

I've seen drops myself ordered by Doctor Gambit, as is our club doctor and a good charikter, and has brought more live children into the world nor ever another i' Middlemarch—I say I've seen drops myself ordered by Doctor Gambit, as is our club doctor and a good charikter, and has brought more live children into the world nor ever another i' Middlemarch—I say I've seen drops myself as made no difference whether they was in the glass. Mr. Borthrop Trumbull, but I should never have thought she was a girl to fall in love with; but she, for her part, had remained proudly silent, though too much preoccupied with unpleasant feelings to think of him.

Constable 14A loves Mary Kelly.

—Whose admirers? An old plumber named Geraghty.

So of course Bob Doran starts doing the bloody fool with him: Give us one of your pattern men, and I didn't marry into money.

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