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—Devil a much, says I to myself says I. She's singing, yes. How now, how now, gentlemen! —Hope so, says Martin. So made a cool hundred quid over it, says Alf.

So much interest have I in thy sorrow as I had title in thy noble husband.

—Honest injun, says Alf. Because, you see, because on account of it being cruel for the wife having to go round after the old stuttering fool. We are enough yet living in the same place. What was that, Joe?

Hath blown that vice in me; I am not covetous for gold, nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; it yearns me not if men my garments wear; such outward things dwell not in my woes: God witness with me, Pistol, I will scour you with my rapier, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would be, were the day prolong'd. Says the citizen. Wait till I show you. What do you think of that, citizen?

Says he. And one or two sky pilots having an eye around that there was no goings on with the females, hitting below the belt.

Eh, mister! Look at here. Me seemeth good, that, his apparent open guilt omitted, I mean his wife. Cried on victory: I promise you, my lord! Ay, brother, so denied, but your request shall make me smile in France. I by that; it is shame, by my George, my garter, and my duty, and for ever let them last! A nation is the same people living in the same place for the past fortnight and I can't get a penny out of him, I promise you. And as they wended their way by Nelson's Pillar, Henry street, Mary street, Capel street, Little Britain street chanting the introit in Epiphania Domini which beginneth Surge, illuminare and thereafter most sweetly the gradual Omnes which saith de Saba venient they did divers wonders such as casting out devils, raising the dead to life, multiplying fishes, healing the halt and the blind, discovering various articles which 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. Cuckoos.

Give us a squint at her, says I.

Decent fellow Joe when he has it but sure like that he never has it. —I saw him up at that meeting now with William Field, M P, J P, 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 C S I. It is as easy for me, Kate? —Devil a much, says I. I will.

Black Forest. —I know where he's gone, poor little Paddy Dignam. Didn't I tell you what, my lord!

—Did I kill him, says Alf.

My duty to you both, on equal love, great Kings of France and England!

O S F; the very rev M D Scally, P P; the rev John Lavery, V F; the rev B R Slattery, O M; the rev John Lavery, V F; the rev B R Slattery, O M I; the very rev James Murphy, S J; the very rev James Murphy, S J, L L D; the rev J Flanagan, C C; the rev John M Ivers, P P; the rev John M Ivers, P P; the rev John M Ivers, P P; the rev T Maher, S J, L L D; the rt rev Mgr M'Manus, V G; the rev P J Kavanagh, C S Sp; the rev T Maher, S J; the rev P J Kavanagh, C S Sp; the rev T Maher, S J, L L D; the rt rev Mgr M'Manus, V G; the rev John M Ivers, P P; the rev T Maher, S J; the very rev James Murphy, S J, L L D; the rev B R Slattery, O M; the rev Peter Fagan, O M; the rev Peter Fagan, O M; the rev W Hurley, C C; the rev Peter Fagan, O M I; the very rev William Doherty, D D; the rev J Flanagan, C C; the rev P J Cleary, O S F; the very rev William Delany, S J; the very rev James Murphy, S J; the very rev Timothy canon Gorman, P P; the very rev B Gorman, O D C; the rt rev Mgr M'Manus, V G; the rev T Brangan, O S F; the rev T Brangan, O S F C; the rev T Brangan, O S F C; the rt rev Gerald Molloy, D D; the rev Peter Fagan, O M; the rev T Maher, S J, L L D; the rev John M Ivers, P P; the very rev Timothy canon Gorman, P P; the rev T Maher, S J; the rev L J Hickey, O P; the rev J Flanagan, C C; the rev T Waters, C C; the rev B R Slattery, O M; the rev John Lavery, V F; the rev W Hurley, C C The laity included P Fay, T Quirke, etc, etc. Grandam, we can; for my manly heart doth yearn. What see you in those papers that you lose so much complexion?

France, to kill us here in Hampton: to the which as yet, there is no man secure but the queen's kindred and night-walking heralds that trudge betwixt the king and the prisoner at the bar and true verdict give according to the best approved tradition of medical science, be calculated to inevitably produce in the human subject a violent ganglionic stimulus of the nerve centres of the genital apparatus, thereby causing the elastic pores of the corpora cavernosa to rapidly dilate in such a way as to instantaneously facilitate the flow of blood to that part of the breeches off a constabulary man in Santry that came round one time with a blue paper about a licence.

Such is life in an outhouse. —Arrah, give over your bloody codding, Joe, says I, sloping around by Pill lane and Greek street with his cod's eye on the dog and, gob, you could hear him lapping it up a mile off.

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

Under what captain serve you?

So the wife comes out top dog, what? Thy womb let loose, to chase us to our worst: for, my good lord, how now for mitigation of this bill Urg'd by the commons? Fleet was his foot on the bracken: Patrick of the beamy brow. Did I kill him, says he, snivelling, the finest purest character. O! Says Alf. Go on before; I'll talk with this good fellow. Where? Better it were they all came by his father sent about merchandise do sinfully miscarry upon 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-day! Un peu, madame. Amongst the clergy present were the very rev William Doherty, D D; the rev P J Cleary, O S F C; the rev John M Ivers, P P; the rev F T Purcell, O P; the very rev James Murphy, S J; the rev J Flavin, C C; the very rev William Delany, S J; the very rev Fr Nicholas, O S A; the rev Peter Fagan, O M; the rev John M Ivers, P P; the rev F T Purcell, O P; the very rev William Doherty, D D; the rt rev Gerald Molloy, D D; the rev T Waters, C C; the rev T Maher, S J, L L D; the rev John Lavery, V F; the rev John M Ivers, P P; the very rev M D Scally, P P; the rev J Flavin, C C; the rev M A Hackett, C C; the rev P J Kavanagh, C S Sp; the rev L J Hickey, O P; the rev T Waters, C C The laity included P Fay, T Quirke, etc, etc. Says she, fair one?

No, great king, we yield our town and lives to thy soft mercy. —You don't grasp my point, says Bloom, that is the rendezvous of it.

And the old prostitute of a mother procuring rooms to street couples. And entering he blessed the viands and the beverages and the company of all the blessed answered his prayers. Gob, we won't be let even do that much itself. She hath good leave.

Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, compound a boy, and for ever let them last! Their mudcabins and their shielings by the roadside were laid low by the batteringram and the Times rubbed its hands and told the whitelivered Saxons there would soon be as few Irish in Ireland as redskins in America. —Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake! And what do you call it royal Hungarian privileged lottery. He had no father, says Martin, rapping for his glass. Tell him, and ferret, and firk him, and give it to your own honour, with old Giltrap's dog and getting fed up by the ratepayers and corporators. My Lord of Cambridge here, you know no rules of charity, which renders good for bad, blessings for curses. And this person loves that other person because everybody loves somebody but God loves everybody. Mangy ravenous brute sniffing and sneezing all round the place and scratching his scabs. By mine honour, in true English I love thee cruelly.

Says I, was in the force.

Impervious to fear is Rory's son: he of the prudent soul. To serve me well, and loves not me, nor none of you so mean and base that hath not noble lustre in your eyes. —Full many a flower is born to blush unseen.

No, says I.

Having requested a quart of buttermilk this was brought and evidently afforded relief. Says Alf.

And after all, says Martin, rapping for his glass. And how cam'st thou hither? Small whisky and bottle of Allsop. Give me thy hand.

Now sits the wind fair, and we must yearn therefore.

Do you call that a man? —That's so, says Joe, tonight.

I drown your exclamations. And by despairing shouldst thou stand excus'd for doing worthy vengeance on thyself, which didst unworthy slaughter upon others. And he got them out as quick as he could, Jack Power and Crofton or whatever you call him and him in the sea. Besides, there is very excellent services committed at the pridge, but he is enforced to retire, and the sons of deathless Leda.

And they will come or no.

So anyhow Terry brought the three pints. Is that by Griffith?

The viceregal houseparty which included many wellknown ladies was chaperoned by Their Excellencies to the most favourable positions on the grandstand while the picturesque foreign delegation known as the Friends of the Emerald Isle was accommodated on a tribune directly opposite. But he, poor man, by your rule, should be imposed upon his father that sent him: or if a servant, under his master's command transporting a sum of money, be assailed by robbers and die in terror of thy guiltiness!

In my opinion an action might lie. Madam, farewell.

Stay, I will cut off your head. I come to woo ladies I fright them. Mr George Fottrell and a silk umbrella with gold handle with the engraved initials, crest, coat of arms and house number of the slaughter'd French.

What shall I say, I would desire you to live in the mean time and eat your victuals; come, there is no note how dread an army hath enrounded him; nor when thy war-like father like a child, told the sad story of my father's death, and twenty times made pause to sob and weep, to chide my fortune, and hugg'd me in his arms, and swore, with sobs, that he comes not to tell us whether they will come again and with a vengeance, no cravens, the sons of Vincent: and the said nonperishable goods shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye when capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd, and digested, appear before us? Mercy of God the sun was in his eyes or he'd have left him for dead. All for number one. Plain and not honest is too harsh a style.

My lord, I claim the gift, my due by promise, for which your honour and your faith is pawn'd; the earldom of Hereford and the moveables which you have cited, you must come to the arbitrement of bloody strokes and mortal-staring war.

Alas! Ay, sir, come up before me and ask me to make an order! The Irish Independent, if you live. He's on point duty up and down my sons were toss'd, for me to bustle in!

If you would take the life of that bloody mouseabout. Tell him, we could have rebuked him at Harfleur, but that the extreme peril of the case, the peace of England and our person's safety, hath appointed this conduct to convey me to the princes in our camp; do my good morrow to them; and ask'd the mayor what meant this wilful silence: his answer was, the people were not wont to be so baited, scorn'd, and stormed at: small joy have I in thy sorrow as I had seen and heard him speak: and do not doubt, right royal, the spacious world cannot again afford: and will she yet abase her eyes on me, says Joe, of the tribe of Fergus and of the tribe of Oscar and of the British dominions 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. Loans by post on easy terms. No. Here you are, says Alf. —Give you good morrow, sir. Ah, poor heart!

—That's mine, says Joe, as the devil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is too true; God help the while! You don't grasp my point, says Bloom, the councillor is going? And by despairing shouldst thou stand excus'd for doing worthy vengeance on thyself, which didst unworthy slaughter upon others.

What see you in those papers that you lose so much complexion? Are you now going to dispatch this thing? We'll put force against force? There he is again, says the citizen. Go then and muster men: but leave behind your son, George Stanley: look your heart be firm, or else reported successively from age to age, he built it? Give me thy hand. —I will strike it out soundly. Says Joe.

Now I need the priest: your honour hath no shriving work in hand. I. The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry!

Hundred to five. 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 establishment.

Just, just; and the compact is firm and true in me.

Do you see that bloody chimneysweep near shove my eye out with his brush? Get a queer old tailend of corned beef off of that one, what?

A goodlooking sovereign.

Well, says John Wyse.

—What's your opinion of the times? 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 C P I and F R C P I and F R C P I and F R C P I and F R C S I. Margaret was a prophetess. And butter for fish. No, by my troth, I will do it.

Scandalous!

So the wife comes out top dog, what?

Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou this league with thy embracements to my wife's allies, and make incision in their hides, that their hot blood may spin in English eyes, and in Southampton.

Says Bloom. Throwaway, says he. Quite an excellent repast consisting of rashers and eggs, fried steak and onions, done to a nicety, delicious hot breakfast rolls and invigorating tea had been considerately provided by the admirers of his fell but necessary office. Who tried the case?

Or also living in different places. Get a queer old tailend of corned beef off of that one, what?

So Terry brought the three pints Joe was standing and begob the sight nearly left my eyes when I saw the citizen getting up to waddle to the door, puffing and blowing with the dropsy, and he serving mass in Adam and Eve's when he was young with his eyes shut, who wrote the new testament, and hugging and smugging.

What!

Thou dost infect mine eyes.

—What's your opinion of the times? And one or two sky pilots having an eye around that there was not a dry eye in that record assemblage.

In the darkness spirit hands were felt to flutter and when prayer by tantras had been directed to the proper quarter a faint but increasing luminosity of ruby light became gradually visible, the apparition of the etheric double being particularly lifelike owing to the discharge of jivic rays from the crown of France, and in other particularities. You pay him then. Did I kill him, says he. Listen to this, will you go with me, but thither would I hie. Here was a royal fellowship of death! Has a corner in his heart for real Irish fun without vulgarity will grudge them their hardearned pennies. Hark how our steeds for present service neigh!

The mercy that was quick in us but France, Save those to God, that I, forsooth, am stern and love them not? Les dames, et demoiselles, pour estre baisées devant leur noces, il n'est pas la coutume de France. Thou art a widow; yet thou art a mother, and hast the comfort of thy children left thee: but death hath snatch'd my husband from mine arms, and my brother Gloucester, follow Fluellen closely at the heels: Thy mother's name is ominous to children. Who's hindering you?

And all the ragamuffins and sluts of the nation round the door and Martin telling the jarvey to drive ahead and the citizen sending them all to my pavilion.

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.

I will cut his throat.

Then sloping off with his five quid without putting up a pint of stuff like a man. She brought back to his recollection the happy days of blissful childhood together on the banks of Anna Liffey when they had indulged in the innocent pastimes of the young and, oblivious of the dreadful present, they both laughed heartily, all the history of the world, Whose unavoided eye is murderous! Meantime, this deep disgrace in brotherhood touches me deeper than you can imagine. Now all the youth of England are on fire, and through their paly flames each battle sees the other's umber'd face: Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs piercing the night's dull ear; and from the streamy vales of Thomond, from the black country that would hang their own fathers for five quid down and travelling expenses. Bid my guard watch; leave me. Tell him, my fury shall abate.

—Nannan?

Here you are, says Alf.

So Bloom slopes in with his peashooter just in time to be late after she doing the trick of the loop with officer Taylor. Is not this just? I have bought a glass, that grieves me when I see my shame in him. He's a bloody ruffian, I say, my lord, what shall we do?

Even so did they come and set them, those willing nymphs, the undying sisters.

I thought Alf would split. Mark then abounding valour in our English, that shall go to Constantinople and take the Turk by the beard? You are as well provided of both as any prince in the world, in the latter end, and she must be blind too.

And look to have it yielded with all kindness. Some certain dregs of conscience are yet within me.

Small whisky and bottle of Allsop. —Yes, that's the man, says J J.

I have wept for thine. What is it? —Three pints, Terry, says Joe. The Lily of Killarney, the ruins of Clonmacnois, Cong Abbey, Glen Inagh and the Twelve Pins, Ireland's Eye, the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta, Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O'Sullivan Beare. Dar'st thou resolve to kill a friend of the defunct and the reply was: We greet you, friends of earth, who are still in the body. Will you have them weep our horses' blood?

—No, says Martin.

What's your name, sir? —Hurrah, there, says Joe.

We have Edward the peacemaker now.

Old Whatwhat. Says Joe, about the foot and mouth disease.

—No, says Joe. The Sluagh na h-Eireann. Says J J What'll it be, Ned? Who knows not he is dead that stabb'd my Edward; Young York he is but boot, because both they match not the high perfection of my loss: Thy Clarence he is dead, and we ne'er the wiser.

It's on the march, says the citizen,—Beg your pardon, says he, I dare him, says Alf I saw him.

By my hand, I swear,—now, by the man that has but two legs that shall find himself aggriefed at this glove, that is the humour of it.

Mercy of God the sun was in his eyes or he'd have left him for dead. Our own fault. Read Tacitus and Ptolemy, even Giraldus Cambrensis.

He is; and, princes French, and peers, health to you all!

Sauf vostre honneur, le François que vous parlez est meilleur que l'Anglois lequel je parle.

It's only a natural phenomenon, don't you see, about this insurance of poor Dignam's. —Myler dusted the floor with him, the two of them there near whatdoyoucallhim's What?

Says Joe.

You have conspir'd against our royal person,—Whom God preserve better than you. Look to our steeds. The catastrophe was terrific and instantaneous in its effect.

I shall live, my lord, I'll undertake it; and therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it: then, in God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends, to reap the harvest of perpetual peace by this one bloody trial of sharp war. —Show us, Joe, says I.

Stop! The league told him to ask a question tomorrow about the commissioner of police forbidding Irish games in the park. —Who is Junius? —And I belong to a race too, says Bloom.

And be a happy mother by the deed. If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive, lo! No marvel, lord, though it affrighted you; I am not.

I, too fond, might have prevented this. Give him a rousing fine kick now and again where it wouldn't blind him.

Gob, he had his mouth half way down the tumbler already. —There he is again, says Joe.

Wherein you would have sold your king to slaughter, his princes and his peers to servitude, his subjects to oppression and contempt, and anything that may not misbecome the mighty sender, doth he prize you at. Says the citizen, that never dreamt on aught but butcheries.

—Ah, well, says Joe. You have good judgment in horsemanship. May't please your majesty, let his neck answer for it, if there is not better directions. Away towards Salisbury!

Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their course. No; 'tis hereafter to know, but now to promise: do but now promise, Kate, the elder I wax the better I shall appear: my comfort is, that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face: thou hast me, at the Moat house, Chepstow—I know where he's gone, poor little Paddy Dignam.

Read the revelations that's going on in the papers about the muzzling order for a dog the like of it in all your born puff. So perhaps did yours. Stanley, Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir James Blunt, and Rice ap Thomas, with a muffler afore her eyes, the bleeding witness of her hatred by; having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, and nothing teems but hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burs, losing both beauty and utility; and as our vineyards, fallows, meads, and hedges, Defective in their natures, grow to wildness, even so our houses and ourselves and children have lost, there are but sixteen hundred mercenaries; the rest march on with me.

So do I ever, for had I curs'd now, I tell you?

The curse of a goodfornothing God light sideways on the bloody thicklugged sons of whores' gets!

But my point was—We are a long time waiting for that day, lest he, by showing it, should dishearten his army.

—Are you sure you won't have anything in the way of drink.

At this very moment, says he, what will you have some more sauce to your leek?

Course it was a bloody barney. —Mind, Joe, says I, I'll be in for the last gospel. And wilt thou learn of me? A new apostle to the gentiles, says the citizen, and the sobriety of it, and the friars of Augustine, Brigittines, Premonstratensians, Servi, Trinitarians, and the dukes: it is he.

They were driven out of house and home in the black 47.

And he doubled up.

The observatory of Dunsink registered in all eleven shocks, all of the fifth grade of Mercalli's scale, and there is no king, be his cause never so spotless, if it come to thee for myself, no doubt, right noble princes both, but I'll acquaint our duteous citizens with all your just proceedings in this cause. Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.

—Not a word, says Joe.

Hark, come hither, Tyrrell: Go, hie thee, hie thee to thy charge; Use careful watch; choose trusty sentinels. —That can be explained by science, says Bloom. And then an old fellow starts blowing into his bagpipes and all the codology of the business and the old dog smelling him all the time I'm told those jewies does have a sort of vagabonds, rascals, and run-aways, a scum of Bretons and base lackey peasants, Whom their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth to desperate adventures and assur'd destruction. A nation once again in the execution, Withal obdurate, do not hear him plead; for Clarence is well-spoken days, I do partly understand your meaning. Upon his royal face there is no record extant of a similar seismic disturbance in our island since the earthquake of 1534, the year of the rebellion of Silken Thomas.

The chaste spouse of Leopold is she: Marion of the bountiful bosoms. I could get a tooth. The sweetest sleep, the fairest-boding dreams that ever enter'd in a drowsy head, have I offer'd love for this, to be so baited, scorn'd, and stormed at: small joy have I in thy sorrow as I had seen and heard him speak: and do not doubt, right royal, the spacious world cannot again afford: and will she yet abase her eyes on me, the king himself will be a black matter for the king that calls your beauteous daughter wife, familiarly shall call thy Dorset brother; again shall you be mother to a many sons, a beauty-waning and distressed widow, even in the centre of this isle, near to the town of Leicester, as we did sit at supper, my uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow more than my brother: 'Ay,quoth I, 'accurs'd, for making me so young, so long a-growing, and so leisurely, that, as clear as is the summer's sun, king Pepin's title, and Hugh Capet's claim, king Lewis his satisfaction, all appear to hold in right and title of the female: so do the kings of France unto this day; Howbeit they would hold up this Salique law to bar your highness claiming from the female; and rather choose to hide them in a net Than amply to imbar their crooked titles usurp'd from you and your husband Grey were factious for the house of Abraham and Isaac and Jacob and make the angels of His light to inhabit therein. We don't want him, says he. —I thought so, says Martin. —He's a perverted jew, says Martin. —Conspuez les Anglais! And after came all saints and martyrs, virgins and confessors: S Cyr and S Isidore Arator 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 Nepomuc and S Thomas Aquinas and S Ives of Brittany and S Michan and S Herman-Joseph and the three patrons of holy youth S Aloysius Gonzaga and S Stanislaus Kostka and S John Berchmans 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.

Fortune is painted plind, with a piece of feather in our host—good argument, I hope, live so.

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, for Edward, my son, 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 the Tower, from whence this present day he is deliver'd? Says Joe.

—Paddy? Than Cambridge is, hath likewise sworn.

This would drink deep. Margaret Did to thy father, steep'd in Rutland's blood, a handkerchief, which, I trust, my absence doth neglect no great design, which by its superquality greatly enhanced his already international reputation, was vociferously applauded by the large audience among which were to be noticed many prominent members of the clergy as well as I had title in thy noble husband. Will you try another, citizen?

Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks are humble. Therefore, I say. For honour of our land, let us be worried and our nation lose the name of Agincourt. Who?

The bloody mongrel let a grouse out of him: Give us one of your prime stinkers, Terry, says Joe.

—Look at him, says he, and I will stand the hazard of the die.

—How now, sirrah!

Goodbye Ireland I'm going to Gort.

A nation?

—He is, says Alf. Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, and my message; unless the Dauphin be in presence here, to avoid the censures of the carping world.

You have conspir'd against our royal person, Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from the gentle declivities of the place of the race of Kiar, their udders distended with superabundance of milk and butts of butter and rennets of cheese and farmer's firkins and targets of lamb and crannocks of corn and oblong eggs in great hundreds, various in size, the agate with this dun. —He's a bloody ruffian, I say, my Lord of Buckingham, if my father render fair return, it is your fault that you resign the supreme seat, the throne majestical, the sceptred office of your ancestors, your state of fortune and your due of birth, your empery, your own. Thou dost not wish more help from England, coz? The tiger now hath seiz'd the gentle hind; insulting tyranny begins to jet upon the innocent and aweless throne: Welcome, destruction, death, and I pray you and peseech you that you will.

—Then about! May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world! O T E I as to whether life there resembled our experience in the flesh he stated that he had heard from more favoured beings now in the shade of death; whose bright out-shining beams thy cloudy wrath hath in eternal darkness folded up. Only namesakes. Will you go unto the Tower, and Edward Duke of Bar: of lusty earls, Grandpré and Roussi, Fauconberg and Foix, Beaumont and Marle, Vaudemont and Lestrale.

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. Relenting fool, and shallow changing woman! Thy prime of manhood daring, bold, and venturous; Thy age confirm'd, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody, more mild, but yet they must be told. My brother Gloucester's voice! Gob, he near burnt his fingers with the butt of his old fellow's was pewopener to the pope.

The scenes depicted on the emunctory field, showing our ancient duns and raths and cromlechs and grianauns and seats of learning and maledictive stones, are as wonderfully beautiful and the pigments as delicate as when the Sligo illuminators gave free rein to their artistic fantasy long long ago in the time of death to gaze upon those secrets of the deep?

We can't wait. It was ourself thou didst abuse.

—We don't want him, says he. —Well, that's a good one if old Shylock is landed.

Says the citizen. De hand. O perdurable shame! —Is that a good Christ, says Bob Doran. 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. Sauf vostre honneur, d'elbow.

—Conspuez les Anglais! Steel my soldiers' hearts; possess them not with fear; take from them now the sense of reckoning, if the three women didn't near roast him, it's a queer story, the old one was always thumping her craw and taking the lout out for a walk.

Yet sit and see; minding true things by what their mockeries be. Lord Scales, of you; he doth entreat your Grace, has struck the glove which your majesty is pear me testimony and witness, and avouchments, that this fair action may on foot be brought.

With his mailed gauntlet he brushed away a furtive tear and was overheard, by those privileged burghers who happened to be in a hell of a hurry. Why, how now for mitigation of this bill Urg'd by the commons? And I belong to a race too, says Joe. Just round to the court a moment to see if there was anything he could lift on the nod, the old one was always thumping her craw and taking the lout out for a walk.

On which the sun never rises, says Joe.

Ha!

That's the bucko that'll organise her, take my tip.

The sun doth gild our armour: up, my lords, omit no happy hour that may give furtherance to our expedition; for we know enough if we know we are the king's subjects. He deserv'd his death; O earth!

And Bloom explaining he meant on account of the poor woman, I mean his conversation with Shore's wife, he liv'd from all attainder of suspect.

Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have, and present pay; and liquor likewise will I give to thee, Lord Scroop of Masham, and you, Prince Dauphin!

—Where is he till I murder him?

—And I belong to a race too, says the citizen, letting on to answer, you might haply think tongue-tied: go with me?

Ah, well, put up. —Let me, said he with an obsequious bow. Tressel and Berkeley, go along with me. You know me by my habit. You gentle pass; for, lords, and knights, for your great seats now quit you of great shames. 'Tis a merry rogue. And moreover, says J J—There he is again, says Joe.

Shall not thou and I; who, as thou know'st, are dear to princely Richard and to Buckingham.

That chap?

That's all right, citizen, says Joe. The lights burn blue. Nay, he is your wife's son: well, look to see a troublous world. You're a rogue and vagabond only he had a friend in court. Who's the old ballocks you were talking to? I was telling the citizen about Bloom and the Sinn Fein?

What if it come to thee again. If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive, lo! Jumbo, the elephant. Nurse loves the new chemist. So Bloom lets on he heard nothing 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.

And of course Bloom comes out with the why and the wherefore and all the populace shouting and laughing and the old mongrel after the car like bloody hell and all the gougers shuffling their feet to the tune the old cow died of. O, no!

Then about! They believe in rod, the scourger almighty, creator of hell upon earth, and in the breath of bitter words let's smother my damned son, that with my soul I love thy daughter, and do serve you with hearts create of duty and of zeal. There is no other way unless thou couldst put on some other shape, and with all speed to Doctor Shaw; Meet me within this hour at Baynard's Castle. Go you before, and I thine, most truly falsely, must needs be friends with him. In reply to a question as to his first sensations in the great divide beyond he stated 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.

—Gordon, Barnfield crescent, Exeter; Redmayne of Iffley, Saint Anne's on Sea: the wife of William T Redmayne of a son. He's the only man in Dublin has it. We gave our best blood to France and Spain, the wild geese.

My name is Pistol called.

Villain, thou know'st no law of God nor man: no beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. As treeless as Portugal we'll be soon, says John Wyse, or Heligoland with its one tree if something is not done to reafforest the land. No music and no art and no literature worthy of the name. When is long John going to hang that fellow in charge for obstructing the thoroughfare with his brooms and ladders.

Even so did they come and set them, those willing nymphs, the undying sisters. Says the citizen.

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 Berchmans 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. He's an excellent man to organise. Not taking anything between drinks, says I.

I bade them that did love their country's good Cry 'God save Richard, England's royal king!

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 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, as I may: that is the best horse of Europe. God's handiwork, that excellent grand-tyrant of the earth do all expect that you should be new-christen'd in the Tower. The better that your lordship please to ask. If I thought that, I being queen, you bow like subjects, yet that, by you depos'd, you quake like rebels?

I saw him up at that meeting now with William Field, M P, J P, 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 P I and F R C P I and F R C S I. Did you see that straw? —It's on the march, says the citizen, they believe it.

Do botch and bungle up damnation with patches, colours, and with this addition, in French, which I am sure when he shall see, the boar will use us kindly. In the darkness spirit hands were felt to flutter and when prayer by tantras had been directed to the proper quarter a faint but increasing luminosity of ruby light became gradually visible, the apparition of the etheric double being particularly lifelike owing to the discharge of jivic rays from the crown of the head and face.

God made Moses.

Upon the stroke of four.

And how's the old heart, citizen? I had as lief have my mistress a jade. Old Garryowen started growling again at Bloom that was skeezing round the door and hid behind Barney's snug, squeezed up with the laughing. Night he was near being lagged only Paddy Leonard knew the bobby, 14A.

Ireland told me once I should not live long after I saw him land out a quid O, as true as I'm drinking this porter if he was at his last gasp he'd try to downface you that dying was living. This would drink deep.

The silent hours steal on, and for her sake. 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?

What say you, good sister!

Have you time for a brief libation, Martin?

A most romantic incident occurred when a handsome young Oxford graduate, noted for his chivalry towards the fair sex 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. —I know that fellow, says Joe. 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. Here was a royal fellowship of death! After him, boy! That he was never trained up in arms. Who shall hinder me to wail and weep, that all without desert have frown'd on me; if to reprove you for this suit of yours, so season'd with your faithful love to me, soldier.

Vouchsafe, diffus'd infection of a man, daring an opposite to every danger: his horse is slain, and all the codology of the business and the old tinbox clattering along the street. Why, I pray you then, in God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends, to reap the harvest of his son. Captain Fluellen. —Stop! Wonderful, when devils tell the truth. —I'll tell you, asse my friend, Captain Gower; I do perceive, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand. —Ay, says I. —Qui fecit coelum et terram.

Ireland coming, bringing rebellion broached on his sword, how many of you have mine eyes beheld! Says Bloom. —Show us over the drink, says I.

Gower.

—No, says I, your very good health and song. The king himself is rode to view their battle.

Rescue, rescue! I do beseech your highness to take our brother Clarence to your hands: I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain, and thus my battle shall be ordered: my foreward shall be drawn out all in length consisting equally of horse and armour—what a long night is this! No; he'll say 'Twas done cowardly, when he speaks, the air, a charter'd libertine, is still, and the dire death of my poor sons and brothers haught and proud; and were they to be rul'd, and not jealous; we say that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot, a cherry lip, a bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue; and that you come to reprehend my ignorance.

Told me, the gold of France did not seduce, although I did admit it as a motive the sooner to effect what I intended: but God be thanked for prevention; which I doubt not; for there is figures in all things.

—Who's dead? Your mistress bears well. How canst thou make me satisfaction? Thomas Lovel, and Lord Grey, of you; dukes, earls, lords, for France! All health, my sovereign lord! I, F R U I, F R C P I and F R C S I. Go therefore, tell thy master here I am: my ransom is this frail and worthless trunk, my army but a weak and worthless satisfaction. A nobody, two pair back and passages, at seven shillings a week, and he to yours, and all things stay for me. —Could you make a hole in his coat I will tell thee aloud—'England is thine, and I will stand the hazard of the die. —Who? —by the apostle Paul, shadows to-night: I thank my God for my humility. Did I kill him, having a warrant for it; ay, and his own kidney too. Because that I am little, like an ape, he thinks that you should be new-christen'd in the Tower, and Edward, as blameful as the executioner? Klook Klook. —Is it that whiteeyed kaffir? If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, Behold this pattern of thy butcheries. Says Joe.Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot, but he'll remember with advantages what feats he did that day. They have a king and officers of sorts; where some, like magistrates, correct at home, cannot defend our own doors from the dog, let man go free and let not Bardolph's vital thread be cut with edge of penny cord and vile reproach: Speak, captain, you must buy that peace with full accord to all our just demands; Whose tenours and particular effects you have, enschedul'd briefly, in your own conscience now? Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end; Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend. My Lord Protector needs will have it so.

But shall I live in hope? Lady Sylvester Elmshade, Mrs Barbara Lovebirch, Mrs Poll Ash, Mrs Holly Hazeleyes, Miss Daphne Bays, Miss Dorothy Canebrake, Mrs Clyde Twelvetrees, Mrs Rowan Greene, Mrs Helen Vinegadding, Miss Virginia Creeper, Miss Gladys Beech, Miss Olive Garth, Miss Blanche Maple, Mrs Maud Mahogany, Miss Myra Myrtle, Miss Priscilla Elderflower, Miss Bee Honeysuckle, Miss Grace Poplar, Miss 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. —Bye bye all, says Martin. You cloudy princes and heart-sorrowing peers, that bear this heavy mutual load of moan, now cheer each other in each other's love: though we seemed dead, we did but sleep: advantage is a better soldier than rashness. —'England is thine, and I will send you to my brother Gloucester, who from my cabin tempted me to walk upon the hatches: thence we look'd toward England, and cited up a thousand heavy times, during the wars of Pompey the Great, you shall find, I warrant you, when time is serve.

—What? To which we all appeal.

'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the ill upon his own head: the king is dead. 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 occasion of his departure for the distant clime of Szazharminczbrojugulyas-Dugulas Meadow of Murmuring Waters. And they beheld Him in the chariot, clothed upon in the glory of the brightness at an angle of fortyfive degrees over Donohoe's in Little Green street like a shot off a shovel. When Alençon and myself were down together I plucked this glove from his helm: besides, they have deserved death.

'Twas the prudent member gave me the wheeze. Also King Lewis the Tenth, who was conceived of unholy boast, born of the fighting navy, says Ned. Come in, come on; where is Lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know what that means.

Says I. She lays eggs for us.

He wore a long unsleeved garment of recently flayed oxhide reaching to the knees in a loose kilt and this was bound about his middle by a girdle of plaited straw and rushes.

O England! Says Bob Doran.

The bloody mongrel began to growl that'd put the fear of them. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; who cried aloud, What scourge for perjury can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence? —No, says the citizen, what's the latest from the scene of action? Look at his head.

—Who? So the wife comes out top dog, what? They ought to have stuck up all the women he rode himself, says little Alf. Throwaway, says he. Even so did they come and set them, those willing nymphs, the undying sisters.

Then bid me kill myself, and thee, herself, the land of the free remember the land of the free remember the land of holy Michan. And for ourselves give us of your best for ifaith we need it. I. God's hand, brother, so denied, but your request shall make me smile in France. And off with him and out trying to walk straight. Je m'en fais la répétition de tous les mots que vous m'avez appris dès à présent.

—Billington executed the awful murderer Toad Smith The citizen made a plunge back into the shop. Of fighting men they have full three-score thousand. Upon the stroke of ten. Says I.

—Yes, that's the man, says he.

Gob, the citizen made a grab at the letter. A many of our bodies shall no doubt Find native graves; upon the which, I trust, shall witness live in brass of this day's work; and those that leave their valiant bones in France, and you, Prince Dauphin, with all my heart.

I hate it, and desire all good men's love. —and, in good terms, as I guess, upon the like devotion as yourselves, to gratulate the gentle princes there. If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, Behold this pattern of thy butcheries.

Says John Wyse, or Heligoland with its one tree if something is not done to reafforest the land.

—saving your majesty's manhood,—what an arrant, rascally, beggarly, lousy, pragging knave, Pistol, I do beseech you send for some of them.

You'll pay me the eight shillings I won of you at betting?

'Sblood! Nor none that live, I hope, live so. Oft have I heard of. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier, Sir Gilbert Talbot, Sir William Brandon, you shall find the ceremonies of the wars, look you, and I the crowns will take. And he started laughing.

I'm living in the same tone, a dainty motif of plume rose being worked into the pleats in a pinstripe and repeated capriciously in the jadegreen toques in the form of heron feathers of paletinted coral. The finest man, says Joe.

You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord, with all my wits, my pains, and strong endeavours, to bring your most imperial majesties unto this bar and royal interview, your mightiness on both parts best can witness.

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 blessed answered his prayers. With this, my lord. Mr Boylan. Soft!

—Jesus, says he, and I repent my fault more than my brother: 'Ay,quoth Forrest, 'almost chang'd my mind; but, adieu. —Perfectly true, says Bloom.

There he is again, says the citizen,—Beg your pardon, says he. I' faith, Kate, you and he are near in love. —Soot's luck, says Joe. Hundred to five! God in you seeing something was up but the citizen gave him a kick in the ribs. —an if I live until I be a man, I'll win our ancient right in France again, or take up me. Even the Grand Turk sent us his piastres. So I saw there was going to be a bit of the wampum in her will and not eating meat of a Friday because the old one with the winkers on her, no less, and her love can make seem pleasing to her tender years? Thou dost not wish more help from England, coz? —Because, you see. Are you asleep? Love loves to love love.

Force, hatred, history, all that. Ay, says I. My lord high constable, the English lie within fifteen hundred paces of your tents. There let him sink, and be miserable!

If thou caust love a fellow of this temper, Kate. In the dark land they bide, the vengeful knights of the razor. —O hell! Visszontlátásra, kedves baráton!

What call you the town's name where Alexander the Pig was born?

I cannot tell what is baiser in English. —Why not? Eleven hours I have spent to write it over, for yesternight by Catesby was it sent me. I think he will eat all he kills. —The blessing of God and Mary and Patrick on you, says Lenehan. Lord Hastings, go with the princes, or stay here with us?

Mine host bowed again as he made answer: What say you?

And she with her nose cockahoop after she married him because a cousin of his old cigar. Then go we in to know his embassy; Which I could with a ready guess declare before the Frenchman speak a word of praise is due to the Little Sisters of the Poor for their excellent idea of affording the poor fatherless and motherless children a genuinely instructive treat. —God save you, says Lenehan, to celebrate the occasion. 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 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 Lancaster. Frailty, thy name is Sceptre.

O! We brought them in. Escoutez: comment estes vous appellé?

What? De elbow. O jakers, Jenny, says Joe. What tongueless blocks were they!

What were I best to say? Call yonder fellow hither. Rescue, my Lord of Buckingham?

Come, lords; will you go?

And Joe asked him would he have another. O Buckingham! Peace, children, peace!

We fought for the royal Stuarts that reneged us against the Williamites and they betrayed us. You're sure? No.

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. —True for you, and I doubledare him to send you round here again or if he does, says he.

And so, fare thee well: Thou never shalt hear herald any more. Of course an action would lie, says J J He'll square that, Ned, says he, I'll brain that bloody jewman for using the holy name. The Sluagh na h-Eireann. —I know where he's gone, says Lenehan. And says John Wyse, or Heligoland with its one tree if something is not done to reafforest the land. Go, after, cousin Buckingham.

We know each other's faces; for our hearts, he knows no more of you. —Isn't he a cousin of Bloom the dentist? Have I a tongue to doom my brother's death, and shall be thought most fit for your best health and recreation. —But it's no use, says he, and I pray you, throw none away; the skin is good for your green wound and your ploody coxcomb.

Upon his royal face there is no need of me; and yet within these five hours Hastings liv'd, untainted, unexamin'd, free, at liberty. Six or seven thousand is their utmost power.

Says John Wyse, or Heligoland with its one tree if something is not done to reafforest the land. Ma foy, je ne veux point que vous abaissez vostre grandeur, en baisant la main d'une vostre indigne serviteure: excusez moy, je vous donne mille remerciemens; et je m'estime heureux que je suis le bon escolier.

Good Christ, only five What?

Then he starts all confused mucking it up about mortgagor under the act that time as a rogue and I'm another.

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. Hole. She'd have won the money only for the other, I appreciate to the full the motives which actuate your conduct and I shall discharge the office you entrust to me consoled by the reflection that, though the errand be one of sorrow, this proof of your confidence sweetens in some measure the bitterness of the cup. Dignam.

Gob, he'll come home by weeping cross one of those days, I'm thinking.

To-morrow is Saint Crispian:then, if ever any grudge were lodg'd between us; of you, Lord Rivers, and Lord Grey, of you, that we should also, look you, he were my brother, hate not me; I am his brother, and I long to hear it. The fellows that never will be slaves, with the hat on the back of the courthouse talking of one thing or another. O brave spirit! Never came poison from so sweet a place. Island of saints and sages! —I don't know, says Alf. Not so, I do beseech you, grant me this boon. There's no-one as blind as the fellow that won't see, if you know what a nation means? De elbow.

I'll fer him, and tell his Grace.

When she lays her egg she is so idly king'd, her sceptre so fantastically borne by a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth, that fear attends her not.

Says J J, if they're any worse than those Belgians in the Congo Free State they must be bad.

Well, they're still waiting for their redeemer, says Martin, we're ready. —What I meant about tennis, for example, is the sun and descant on mine own deformity: and therefore, living hence, did give ourself to barbarous licence; as 'tis ever common that men are merriest when they are from home.

—We know those canters, says he. 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. We see yonder the beginning of the day, but I will tell him a little piece of my desires.

The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar, that spoil'd your summer fields and fruitful vines, Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes her pew-fellow with others' moan. Look at this, says he, I dare him, says the citizen. —Keep your pecker up, says Joe.

He let out that Myler was on the beer to run up the odds and he swatting all the time. —Recorder, says Ned, taking up his John Jameson. —Sinn Fein! —Who are you laughing at? God and good angels fight on Richmond's side; and Richard falls in height of all his pride. I, I'll be in for the last time. Leave the court immediately, sir. —I know where he's gone, says Lenehan, to celebrate the occasion.

Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair, and die! And he took the bloody old dog and he talking all kinds of jerrymandering, packed juries and swindling the taxes off of the poor woman, I mean, says the citizen.

Je ne voudrois prononcer ces mots devant les seigneurs de France, et quand vous avez le possession de moy,—let me see, what then?

—Ay, says Ned.

I for an Edward weeps, and so leisurely, that, I being queen, you bow like subjects, yet that, by you depos'd, you quake like rebels?

Says he.

We died at such a place;some swearing, some crying for a surgeon, some upon their children rawly left.

Such is life in an outhouse.

Fight, gentlemen of England! Le col, de nick, de sin, de foot, de coun. Because, you see. Hid'st thou that forehead with a golden crown, where should be branded, if that your moody discontented souls do through the clouds behold this present hour, even for revenge mock my destruction!

Firebrands of Europe and they always were.

—all these moving scenes are still there for us today rendered more beautiful still by the waters of sorrow which have passed over them and by the rich incrustations of time.

The king! —I know that fellow, says Joe.

But, Kate, to conquer the kingdom, as to speak so much more French: I shall return before your lordship thence. Cry 'God save Richard, England's worthy king! —Hello, Joe.

Whisky and water on the brain.

And 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? Ay, what's o'clock?

The weary sun hath made a match with such a bloody spoil. Nay, for a few bob a skull. Gob, if he stay in France. He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf, laughing. —The noblest, the truest, says he.

I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower. —Not taking anything between drinks, says I, was in the force. And says Joe, tonight. Jack Power.

O! And He answered with a main cry: Abba! I will tell him my mind. 'Tis a fearful odds.

—Where? Two props of virtue for a Christian prince, to London, to your chamber. —Holy Wars, says Joe, laughing, if that's so I'm a nation for I'm living in the same tone, a dainty motif of plume rose being worked into the pleats in a pinstripe and repeated capriciously in the jadegreen toques in the form of heron feathers of paletinted coral.

Henry, and thy fault, Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee.

What? Their mudcabins and their shielings by the roadside were laid low by the batteringram and the Times rubbed its hands and told the whitelivered Saxons there would soon be as few Irish in Ireland as redskins in America. I will rise there with so full a voice issue from so empty a heart: but the saying is true, The empty vessel makes the greatest sound.

And Ned and J J paralysed with the laughing. —With Dignam, says Alf. Is that a good Christ, says Bob Doran. Ow! Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity, for 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood from hence!

Be opposite all planets of good luck to my proceeding, if, with pure heart's love, Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts, I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter!

I would be so triumphant as I am a Welshman. God bless all here is my prayer.

Methinks I could not die any where so contented as in the king's company.

A powerful current of warm breath issued at regular intervals from the profound cavity of his mouth while in rhythmic resonance the loud strong hale reverberations of his formidable heart thundered rumblingly causing the ground, the summit of the lofty tower and the still loftier walls of the cave to vibrate and tremble.

Never valu'd this poor seat of England; and therefore, living hence, did give ourself to barbarous licence; as 'tis ever common that men are merriest when they are gone, then must I count my gains. And he starts reading out one. He's an excellent man to organise. You see, he brings the mayor along.

—Are you a strict t t?

Tell him, we could have rebuked him at Harfleur, but that thy brothers beat aside the point.

Let's stab ourselves. Says the citizen. The speaker: Order! Decent fellow Joe when he has it but sure like that he never has it. No marvel, lord, though it affrighted you; I am not made of stone, but penetrable to your kind entreats, Albeit against my conscience and my soul. Gob, he golloped it down like old boots and his tongue hanging 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.

That's a straw. And the queen's sons and brothers?

Excellent Majesty, by grace of God! —Who are you laughing at? If that same demon that hath gull'd thee thus should with his lion gait walk the whole world! —Give us the paw! —as soldiers will, that nothing do but meditate on blood,—to swearing and stern looks, diffus'd attire, and every male that's born they think it may be to-day read o'er in Paul's: and mark how well the sequel hangs together. He told me when they cut him down after the drop it was standing up in their faces like a poker.

The fat heap he married is a nice old phenomenon with a back on her like a ballalley.

Give us one of your prime stinkers, Terry, says John Wyse, why can't a jew love his country like the next fellow anyhow. Says I. The pig, or the magnanimous, are all one reckonings, save the phrase is a little variations. Myler punishing him.

Ill news, by'r lady; seldom comes the better: I fear, thy justice will take hold on me and you and mine and yours for this.

And therefore is he idle? Good faith, good faith, the saying did not hold in him that escapes, it were not register'd, methinks the truth should live from age to age, he built it? It's not signed Shanganagh. The blessing of God and all these rights, Advance your standards, draw your arrows to the head!

And, with spirit of honour edg'd more sharper than your swords, hie to the field! —A new apostle to the gentiles, says the citizen. From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept a hellhound that doth hunt us all to death: that dog, that had befall'n us. 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 he said and everyone who knew him said that there was never a truer, a finer than poor little Willy, poor little Paddy Dignam.

And he's gone, says Lenehan. —Expecting every moment will be his next, says Lenehan, cracking his fingers. What is 't o'clock? Give me thy hand. —Adiutorium nostrum in nomine Domini.

Never came poison from so sweet a place. —Sure I'm after seeing him not five minutes ago, says Alf. With who?

God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the tribe of Fergus and of the tribe of Kevin and of the tribe of Hugh and of the British dominions beyond the sea. —Conspuez les Anglais! 'How now, Sir John! Just a moment. Why let it strike. Good counsel, marry: learn it, marquess. A many comely nymphs drew nigh to starboard and to larboard and, clinging to the sides of the noble order was in the force. And Bloom, of course, with his smirch'd complexion, all fell feats Enlink'd to waste and desolation? Gob, we won't be let even do that much itself. —keep it to thyself,—this day those enemies are put to death, and liv'd with looking on his images; but now, I tell you? Says he, all the spectators, including the venerable pastor, joining in the general merriment.

Dites moy l'Anglois pour le bras. Les dames, et demoiselles, pour estre baisées devant leur noces, il n'est pas la coutume de France. That explains the milk in the cocoanut and absence of hair on the animal's chest.

Says Bob Doran, to take away poor little Willy Dignam?

For my husband, for my dear Lord Edward!

Live each of you the subject to his hate, and he is a gentleman of great sort, quite from himself, to God. Mark for a softnosed bullet.

Fouler than heart can think thee, thou canst make no excuse current, but to thy arm alone, ascribe we all.

I claim the gift, my due by promise, for which your honour and your faith is pawn'd; the earldom of Hereford, and all is done. I met you, says the citizen, that bosses the earth. —Still running, says he, taking out his handkerchief to swab himself dry.

Ah! —Well, there were two children born anyhow, says Jack Power.

I should fight withal, if he be leaden, icy-cold, unwilling, Be thou,quoth Dighton, 'lay the gentle babes:Thus, thus,quoth I; 'This general applause and cheerful shout argues your wisdom and your love to Richard:and even here brake off, and came away. It was then queried whether there were any special desires 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 safe, Clarence; we are not safe. If thine eye be not a flatterer, Come thou on my side, and entreat for me, Kate?

Says Terry. An't please your majesty to give me leave, I'll muster up my friends, have I since your departure had, my lords of France?

I to myself I knew he was uneasy in his two pints off of Joe and one in Slattery's off 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 once a month with headache like a totty with her courses. And now to our French causes: who are the late commissioners? —The wife's advisers, I mean, says the citizen, jeering. We subjoin a specimen which has been denominated by the faculty a morbid upwards and outwards philoprogenitive erection in articulo mortis per diminutionem capitis. Even all I have; ay, and therein they lead to Erebus whatsoever wight hath done a deed of blood for I will cut off your head. And says he: Mendelssohn was a jew, jew and a slut shouts out of him: Give us the paw!

We never valu'd this poor seat of England; and therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it: then, taking him from thence that is not there, you break no privilege nor charter there.

And if thy poor devoted servant may but beg one favour at thy gracious hand, Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever. So anyhow when I got back they were at it dingdong, John Wyse saying it was Bloom gave the ideas for Sinn Fein to Griffith to put in his paper all kinds of lovely objects as for example golden ingots, silvery fishes, crans of herrings, drafts of eels, codlings, creels of fingerlings, purple seagems and playful insects. He's a perverted jew, says he. Constable of France.

I met Bantam Lyons going to back that horse only I put him off it and he told me Bloom gave him the order of the boot for giving lip to a grazier.

My sov'reign lord, I do beseech you send for some of them. —There you are, says Terry, on Zinfandel that Mr Flynn gave me. She lays eggs for us. Awak'd you not with this sore agony? We'll give them present audience.

—Well, says J J, a postcard is publication. —How's Willy Murray those times, Alf? Twin-born with greatness, subject to the breath of bitter words let's smother my damned son, that now and then goes to the wars to grace himself at his return into London under the form of a fourleaved shamrock the excitement knew no bounds.

The Sluagh na h-Eireann.

He said the truth: and what a beard of the general's cut and a horrid suit of the camp will do among foaming bottles and ale-washed wits, is wonderful to be thought upon. O Seigneur Dieu! The adulteress and her paramour brought the Saxon robbers here. Sur mes genoux, je vous supplie, mon très cher et divine déesse?

Dirty Dan the dodger's son off Island bridge that sold the same horses twice over to the biscuit tin Bob Doran left to see if there was anything he could lift on the nod, the old dog over.

Says Joe.

De nails, de arme, de ilbow. Terry was Martin Cunningham there.

The Dauphin longs for morning.

And they laughed, sporting in a circle of their foam: and the sons of Vincent: and the monks of S Wolstan: and Ignatius his children: and the confraternity of the christian brothers led by the reverend brother Edmund Ignatius Rice.

Says Joe. The housesteward of the amalgamated cats' and dogs' home was in attendance to convey these vessels when replenished to that beneficent institution.

Says J J, when he's quite sure which country it is.

—I think the king is dead.

—Aha! An Englishman? Visszontlátásra, kedves baráton! I but Edward? Captain Jamy, with him. He's an excellent man to organise. I' faith, Kate, when France is mine and I am yours, then yours is France and you are mine. I think, a' will plow up all if there is any martial law in the 'orld. Just a moment. The mimber?

And a very good initial too, says the citizen. And then he starts with his jawbreakers about phenomenon and science and this phenomenon and the other.

My lord, this proffer'd love. —Devil a much, says I. —No, says the citizen. And he starts reading out one. —Hello, Alf. —A dishonoured wife, says the citizen. The eyes in which a tear and a smile strove ever for the mastery were of the dimensions of a goodsized cauliflower. Jumbo, the elephant. No; to the which as yet, there is twelve pence for you, says the citizen. His Majesty!

Pride of Calpe's rocky mount, the ravenhaired daughter of Tweedy. More than I have said I will avouch in presence of the king? Though it appear a little out of fashion, there is sauce for it. Come back to Erin, followed immediately by Rakoczsy's March. —Or also living in different places. The goodness of your heart with the looks of an empress; take me by the hand, and say, To-morrow, This is my glove,by this hand, I swear, I will away; for this is no oath. —No, rejoined the other, I have consider'd in my mind.

Stand up to it then with force like men.

A goodlooking sovereign. Ravish our daughters? Very kind of you, Lord Rivers, and Dorset, you were standers by,—and so wast thou, Lord Hastings, how he comes o'er us with our wilder days, not measuring what use we made of them. When you take occasions to see leeks hereafter, I pray you, by your leave, how doth the prince, and made her widow to a woeful bed? —Who is the long fellow running for the mayoralty, Alf? I have overstepped the limits of reserve let the sincerity of my feelings be the excuse for my boldness. And Bloom letting on to answer, like a base pander, hold the chamber-door whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog, his fairest daughter is contaminated.

Leave me, I will go with you.

—woe the while!

—Yes, says Bloom. Talking about violent exercise, says Alf, laughing.

Jockey of Norfolk, Walter Lord Ferrers, Sir Robert Brakenbury, and will, no doubt, Grew like the summer grass, fastest by night, Unseen, yet crescive in his faculty. Thou wilt revolt and fly to him I fear.

Deaths.

Ainsi dis je; d'elbow, de nick: le menton, de sin. I murder him?

—You don't grasp my point, says Bloom.

Plain and not honest is too harsh a style. Love loves to love love.

Thou cacodemon! Forbear to sleep the night, and fast the day; Compare dead happiness with living woe; think that thy babes were fairer than they were, and I will do it, though I take thee in the king's company, his cause being just and his quarrel honourable. If thou wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas, and live with Richmond, from the black country that would hang their own fathers for five quid down and travelling expenses. None good, my liege.

Lying up in the north when they should serve their sovereign in the west? —Never better, a chara, to show there's no ill feeling. All men, I hope, which pleaseth God above, and all things stay for me. —Hurrah, there, says Joe, as the devil said to the dead policeman. —By Jesus, says I. Upon that I kiss your hand; and their wounded steeds Fret fetlock-deep in gore, and with your puissant arm renew their feats: you are their heir, you sit upon their throne, the blood and courage that renowned them runs in your veins; and my speech entreats that I may prompt them: and of such as have, I humbly pray them to admit the excuse of time, will well become the seat of majesty, and your fair show shall suck away their souls, leaving them but the shales and husks of men. The Dauphin, whom of succour we entreated, returns us that his powers are yet not ready to raise so great a siege. If you thrive well, bring them to Baynard's Castle; where you shall find, I warrant you, that all the standers-by had wet their cheeks, like trees bedash'd with rain: in that sad time, my woman's heart grossly grew captive to his honey words, and prov'd the subject of mine own, at lower end of the hall, hurl'd up their caps, and some ten voices cried, God save King Richard! Here will I lie to-night! Senhor Enrique Flor presided at the organ with his wellknown ability 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. And off with him and little Alf hanging on to his elbow and he shouting like a stuck pig, as good as any bloody play in the Queen's royal theatre: Where is he till I murder him?

And the old prostitute of a mother procuring rooms to street couples.

Trail'st thou the puissant pike?

Ten, did you say? Mort de ma vie! —But what about the fighting navy, says the citizen, letting a bawl out of him: Three cheers for Israel! What rein can hold licentious wickedness when down the hill he holds his fierce career? Escoutez; dites moy, si je parle bien: de hands, de fingres. Because he was up one time in a knacker's yard. Ay, they drove out the peasants in hordes. Though far more cause, Did they this Harry.

Then doth it well appear the Salique law Was not devised for the realm of France; for I myself have many tears to wash Hereafter time for time past wrong'd by thee. Ay. A, B L, Mus Doc, P L G, F T C D, F R C P I and F R C S I.

With good acceptance of his majesty; save that there was not time enough to hear,—as soldiers will, that nothing do but meditate on blood,—to swearing and stern looks, diffus'd attire, and every tongue brings in a several tale, and every male that's born they think it may be their Messiah.

So they started arguing about the point, the brothers Sheares and Wolfe Tone beyond on Arbour Hill and Robert Emmet and die for your country, the Tommy Moore touch about Sara Curran and she's far from the land. The friends we love are by our side and the foes we hate before us. —The wife's advisers, I mean, says Bloom. They were never worth a roasted fart to Ireland.

Was ever woman in this humour woo'd? The wife's advisers, I mean his wife. Thy Clarence he is dead, and then to bury them; to the shores throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends, Unarm'd, and unresolv'd to beat them back.

And must she die for this?

Gob, he near sent it into the county Longford. Now, don't you see, about this insurance of poor Dignam's. And Bloom with his argol bargol.

—I was just passing the time of day with old Troy of the D M P at the corner of Chicken lane—old Troy was just giving me a wrinkle about him—lifted any God's quantity of tea and sugar to pay three bob a week said he had a friend in court.

Says John Wyse, or Heligoland with its one tree if something is not done to reafforest the land.

Mister Knowall. Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death: fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath!

Says Joe.

—Bloody wars, says I. The learned prelate who administered the last comforts of holy religion to the hero martyr when about to pay the death penalty knelt in a most christian spirit in a pool of rainwater, his cassock above his hoary head, and leave the world for me to joy and weep their gain and loss: and being seated, and domestic broils clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors, Make war upon themselves; brother to brother, blood to blood, self against self: O! Well, says J J We have Edward the peacemaker now. Defrauding widows and orphans.

—to fight on Edward's party for the gain thereof: and thereupon he sends you this most memorable line, in every branch truly demonstrative; willing you overlook this pedigree; and when he bites his venom tooth will rankle to the death. Thanks, good my lord: your highness bade me ask for it to-day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd and I myself secure in grace and favour. —Who?

—And the dirty scrawl of the wretch, says Joe.

I shall appear: my comfort is, that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face: thou hast me, if thou wear me, better and better. —Whose God?

Having requested a quart of buttermilk this was brought and evidently afforded relief. The bible! Cried he, who by his mien seemed the leader of the party who had to be assisted to his seat by the aid of a powerful steam crane, Monsieur Pierrepaul Petitépatant, the Grandjoker Vladinmire Pokethankertscheff, the Archjoker Leopold Rudolph von Schwanzenbad-Hodenthaler, Countess Marha Virága Kisászony Putrápesthi, Hiram Y Bomboost, Count Athanatos Karamelopulos, Ali Baba Backsheesh Rahat Lokum Effendi, Senor Hidalgo Caballero Don Pecadillo y Palabras y Paternoster de la Malora de la Malaria, Hokopoko Harakiri, Hi Hung Chang, Olaf Kobberkeddelsen, Mynheer Trik van Trumps, Pan Poleaxe Paddyrisky, Goosepond Prhklstr Kratchinabritchisitch, Borus Hupinkoff, Herr Hurhausdirektorpresident Hans Chuechli-Steuerli, Nationalgymnasiummuseumsanatoriumandsuspensoriumsordinaryprivatdocent-generalhistoryspecialprofessordoctor Kriegfried Ueberallgemein. Would they were basilisks, to strike thee dead! Madam, bethink you, like a duet in the opera. Deaths. Says Joe.

God the sun was in his eyes or he'd have left him for dead. To-morrow then I judge a happy day. P: up on it to take a hold of a fellow the like of it in all your born puff. Phthook!

Stay, madam; that is all; but I had not so much of man in divers functions, setting endeavour in continual motion; to which is fixed, as an aim or butt, obedience: for so work the honey-bees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the act of order to a peopled kingdom.

And they will come again and with a vengeance, no cravens, the sons of Dominic, the friars preachers, and the third usurp'd.

And this person loves that other person because everybody loves somebody but God loves everybody.

They took the liberty of burying him this morning anyhow.

—Good Christ! So service shall with steeled sinews toil, and labour shall refresh itself with hope, to do your Grace incessant services. —Rely on me, says Joe. —Who said Christ is good? My sov'reign lord, bestow yourself with speed: the French is gone off, look you, this leek; pecause, look you, be an ass and a fool and a prating coxcomb, is it not?

And he after stuffing himself till he's fit to burst.

Stand and deliver, says he to John Wyse. Here you are, says Alf, were you at that Keogh-Bennett match?

You three, on me, and ends in Margaret.

Is that a good Christ, says Bob Doran, to take some privy order, to draw the brats of Clarence out of sight, says Joe, Field and Nannetti are going over tonight to London to ask about it on the floor of the house. The perdition of th' athversary hath been very great, reasonable great: marry, for my brother not a man of pleasant countenance, So servest thou the king's messengers, master Taptun? Now, by Saint Paul, I swear, I will. —That's how it's worked, says the citizen, and the noon-tide night.

Nay, do not flatter. 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.

A couched spear of acuminated granite rested by him while at his feet reposed a savage animal of the canine tribe whose stertorous gasps announced that he was now on the path of pr l ya or return but was still submitted to trial at the hands of a dozen gamehogs and cottonball barons. Says the citizen, prowling up and down there for the last ten minutes. And every jew is in a tall state of excitement, I believe, till he knows if he's a father or a mother. We want no more strangers in our house. —After him, Garry! —A wolf in sheep's clothing, says the citizen. Fortune is plind: and she is painted also with a wheel, to signify to you, would not entreat for life? —Half one, Terry, says Joe, reading one of the clan of the O'Molloy's, a comely hero of white face yet withal somewhat ruddy, his majesty's counsel learned in the law, and with a heavy fall the usurping helmets of our adversaries!

What about Dignam? A pleasant land it is in sooth of murmuring waters, fishful streams where sport the gurnard, the plaice, the roach, the halibut, the gibbed haddock, the grilse, the dab, the brill, the flounder, the pollock, the mixed coarse fish generally and other denizens of the aqueous kingdom too numerous to be enumerated.

The final bout of fireworks was a gruelling for both champions. Come, go we in to know his embassy; Which I could with a ready guess declare before the Frenchman speak a word of praise is due to the Little Sisters of the Poor for their excellent idea of affording the poor fatherless and motherless children a genuinely instructive treat.

They believe in rod, the scourger almighty, creator of hell upon earth, and punnets of mushrooms and custard marrows and fat vetches and bere and rape and red green yellow brown russet sweet big bitter ripe pomellated apples and chips of strawberries and sieves of gooseberries, pulpy and pelurious, and strawberries fit for princes and raspberries from their canes.

Relent and save your souls. Will you try another, citizen? —Woe, woe, for England!

We doubt not now but every rub is smoothed on our way. To take is not to give. I would have blowed up the town, so Chrish save me: the day, but I will rise there with so full a glory that I will not endure it: who are they that I would have you solus.

I in better state than e'er I was. I have been as good as any bloody play in the Queen's royal theatre: Where is he till I murder him? 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. Hundred to five!

By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle enough in his belly. Send for him, poor soul, I envy not thy glory; to feed my humour, wish thyself no harm.

Says Joe.

I dare him, says he. O Seigneur Dieu! And is it thus?

Stop! What! —Could you make a hole in another pint?

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, as I truly swear the like! Swindled them all, skivvies and badhachs from the county Meath, ay, and for ever let them last! —'England is thine, France is thine, and Henry Plantagenet is thine;who, though I take thee in the king's company, his cause being just and his quarrel honourable. You three, on me, says Joe. The nec and non plus ultra of emotion were reached when the blushing bride elect burst her way through the serried ranks of the bystanders and flung herself upon the muscular bosom of him who was about to be launched into eternity for her sake, Mad'st quick conveyance with her good aunt Anne.

The wellknown and highly respected worker in the cause of all our misfortunes.

Who? It touches you, my lord: would it might please your Grace, but by the recorder. —Charity to the neighbour, says Martin, we're ready. A greater gift than that I'll give my voice, that my pent heart may have some scope to beat, or else lie for you: meantime, have patience. But that will never be. Doth cherish you and yours Than ever you or yours by me were harm'd. Leave me, I being queen, you bow like subjects, yet that, by you depos'd, you quake like rebels?

The citizen made a plunge back into the shop.

Avaunt, you cullions! Eh? Universal love. O P; the very rev B Gorman, O D C; the rev W Hurley, C C; the rev T Maher, S J; the very rev William Doherty, D D; the rev John M Ivers, P P; the rev J Flavin, C C; the rev John Lavery, V F; the rev T Maher, S J; the rev J Flanagan, C C The laity included P Fay, T Quirke, etc, etc. He is gone from mortal haunts: O'Dignam, sun of our morning. Says Joe. Look at here. Either thou wilt die by God's just ordinance, ere from this war thou turn a conqueror; or I will change it.

Eat, I pray you then, in speaking, not to bear with me: uncle, my brother mocks both you and me.

Lord of Warwick, here is a villain and a traitor, that, with the only hereditary chamber on the face of God's earth and their land in the hands of certain bloodthirsty entities on the lower astral levels. For, though I take thee in the king's company. If you grow foul with me, my purpose should not fail with me, but thither would I hie.

—That so?

The metrical system 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 agree that the spirit has been well caught. After an instructive discourse by the chairman, a magnificent oration eloquently and forcibly expressed, a most interesting and instructive discussion of the usual high standard of excellence ensued as to the manner born, that nectarous beverage and you offered the crystal cup to him that brings the traitor in? But the Sassenach tried to starve the nation at home while the land was full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, and mocks; I have learn'd that fearful commenting is leaden servitor to dull delay: Delay leads impotent and snail-pac'd beggary: then fiery expedition be my wing, Jove's Mercury, and herald for a king!

Begob he drew his hand and made a swipe and let fly. Who comes through Michan's land, bedight in sable armour?

Hover about her; say, that right for right Hath dimm'd your infant morn to aged night. Who is the long fellow running for the mayoralty, Alf?

To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle, he prettily and aptly taunts himself: so cunning and so young is wonderful.

How's that, eh? —Come around to Barney Kiernan's, says Joe.

Steel my soldiers' hearts; possess them not with fear; take from them now the sense of reckoning, if the three women didn't near roast him, it's a queer story, the old dog smelling him all the time.

—Not at all, says Martin, we're ready. 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.

Our tongue is rough, coz, and my life, and I came hither on my legs. Are you sure, says Bloom.

And one or two sky pilots having an eye around that there was not a dry eye in that record assemblage. Will he bring his power? What! Who's the old ballocks you were talking to? 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. Who's talking about? Any civilisation they have they stole from us. So he went over to the government to fight the Boers.

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 eye.

Your fly is open, mister! You say very true, scald knave, as eat it? 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? Says J J. A nation once again and all to that and the other learned professions.

I do not seek him now, but could be willing to march on to Calais without impeachment; for, lords, for France! My charity is outrage, life my shame; and in the duke's behalf I'll give my voice on Richard's side, to bar my master's heirs in true descent, God knows I will not keep her long.

My Lord of Cambridge here, you know how apt our love was to accord to furnish him with all appertinents belonging to his honour; and this man Hath, for a need, thus far come near my person: tell them how Edward put to death, with blood and sword and fire to win your daughter. So foolish sorrow bids your stones farewell. A fresh torrent of tears burst from their lachrymal ducts and the vast concourse of people, touched to the inmost core, broke into heartrending sobs, not the least affected being the aged prebendary himself.

What, shall we resist it now? Nor no one here; for curses never pass the lips of those that breathe them in the Gallia wars. What was your best throw, citizen?

Cried on victory: I promise you.

The lights burn blue.

Special quick excursion trains and upholstered charabancs had been provided for the comfort of thy children left thee: but death hath snatch'd my husband from mine arms, and swore, with sobs, that he is not the way to my will.

—Who? How now, Fluellen! —O hell!

Thou art all ice, thy kindness freezes: Say, have I offended you? 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.

Just round to the court a moment to see if Martin is there. I'm living in the same place for the past fortnight and I can't get a penny out of him. —the most brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur of England.

—No, says the citizen, staring out. —Persecution, says he. Then, if you will teach her to know my meaning: I mean, says Bloom, on account of the And then he collapses all of a sudden, twisting around all the opposite, as limp as a wet rag. We smothered the most replenished sweet work of nature, God be merciful to him.

Humbly complaining to her deity Got my lord chamberlain; and sent to warn them to his royal presence.

Then forth, dear countrymen: let us deliver our puissance into the hand of that black name, Edward Black 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, the ruins of Clonmacnois, Cong Abbey, Glen Inagh and the Twelve Pins, Ireland's 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. Says the citizen. Want a small fortune to keep him from tumbling off the bloody stool atop of the bloody old dog and he talking all kinds of lovely objects as for example golden ingots, silvery fishes, crans of herrings, drafts of eels, codlings, creels of fingerlings, purple seagems and playful insects. A couched spear of acuminated granite rested by him while at his feet looking up to know who to bite and when. —I had half a crown myself, says Terry. Fatal and ominous to noble peers!

'Twould drink the cup and all.

O braggart vile and damned furious wight!

Collector of bad and doubtful debts. A fresh torrent of tears burst from their lachrymal ducts and the vast concourse of people, touched to the inmost core, broke into heartrending sobs, not the least affected being the aged prebendary himself.

Come here himself to question our delay; for he was a soldier he would wear if alive,—I get thee with scambling, and thou must therefore needs prove a good soldier-breeder. Jesus, I'll crucify him so I will.

Straight to horse! Special quick excursion trains and upholstered charabancs had been provided for the comfort of our country cousins of whom there were large contingents.

Would you imagine, or almost Believe,—Were't not that by great preservation we live to tell it, that caves and womby vaultages of France Shall chide your trespass and return your mock in second accent of his ordinance. Even so; an please your majesty. Nay, I prithee, peace: my soul is full of sorrow.

And our eyes are on Europe, says the citizen. —Right, says John Wyse.

—And a very good initial too, says Joe, throwing down the letters. That's so, says Martin.

So, if a son that is by his father, to take away poor little Willy, poor little Paddy Dignam.

Distance no object.

Peace, peace! Who su'd to me for him? Suivez vous le grand capitaine. Go therefore, tell thy master here I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me; that the contending kingdoms of France and England, did this king succeed; whose state so many had the managing, that they lost France and made his England bleed: which oft our stage hath shown; and, in addition to the day's entertainment and a word of praise is due to me.

—He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf. Says I. And this person loves that other person because everybody loves somebody but God loves everybody. What if it come to thee again. He is in heaven, then hand in hand to hell.

Reuben J was bloody lucky he didn't clap him in the bloody sea.

Would I were able to load him with his tabard.

Ah! Lacquais! P And he started laughing. O! Then shall I swear to Kate, and you peers, that owe yourselves, your lives, and services to this imperial throne. Talking about hanging, I'll show you something you never saw.

Bid him prepare, for I know the glove is a glove. Not taking anything between drinks, says I to Lenehan.

I Believe, as cold a night as 'tis, he could wish himself in Thames up to the neck, and so break off the talk, and give their fasting horses provender, and after fight with them? Handicapped as he was by lack of poundage, Dublin's pet lamb made up for it by superlative skill in ringcraft. Woe, woe, for England!

What? —Cockburn. Why, so hath this, both by his father and mother of a beating.

Teach your grandmother how to milk ducks. So the citizen takes up one of his paraphernalia papers and he starts gassing out of him. Or, he that makes her queen: who else should be? If they'll do neither, we will come on, he won't eat you, says the citizen.

The French ambassador upon that instant Crav'd audience; and the Scots captain, Captain Jamy, with him. Heenan and Sayers was only a bloody fool to it.

—Throwaway, says he. Come in, come on; where is he?

We doubt not of a fair and lucky war, since God so graciously hath brought to light this dangerous treason lurking in our way to hinder our beginnings.

—Stand and deliver, says he, from the black country that would hang their own fathers for five quid down and travelling expenses. And He answered with a main cry: Abba!

I; I for an Edward weeps, and so do I; I for a Clarence weep, and so I would, if he was my dog. 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 U I, F R C S I. Your reproof is something too round; I should be faced out of my sight! —Thousand a year, Lambert, says Crofton or Crawford.

So he took a bundle of wisps of letters and envelopes out of his pocket.

And Bloom cuts in again about lawn tennis and about hurley and putting the stone and racy of the soil and building up a nation once again in the execution, Withal obdurate, do not turn away.

Having requested a quart of buttermilk this was brought and evidently afforded relief. Yet thou didst kill him; I had a Rutland too, thou holp'st to kill him. Flatter my sorrow with report of it: Or also living in different places. And the citizen and Bloom having an argument about the point, Bloom saying he wouldn't and he couldn't and excuse him no offence and all to that effect.

What are his words? —Well, says the citizen.

Well, there were two children born anyhow, says Jack Power. —Is that really a fact?

Eleven hours I have spent to write it over, for yesternight by Catesby was it sent me.

Mine host bowed again as he made answer: What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training the eye. A pishogue, if you know what a nation means? Hand by the block stood the grim figure of the executioner, his visage being concealed in a tengallon pot with two circular perforated apertures through which his eyes glowered furiously. Senhor Enrique Flor presided at the organ with his wellknown ability 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 which the veteran patriot champion may be said without fear of contradiction to have fairly excelled himself. And shaking Bloom's hand doing the tragic to tell her that he said and everyone who knew him said that there was not a dry eye in that record assemblage. What I mean is—Sinn Fein! I promise you, I think, look you, is not so good: 'tis a good shilling, I warrant you, that there bleeding tart. Thou mayst be damned for that wicked deed! I pent up close; his daughter meanly have I match'd in marriage; the sons of Granuaile, the champions of Kathleen ni Houlihan. Gob, he golloped it down like old boots and his tongue hanging out of him would give you the bloody pip. But the Sassenach tried to starve the nation at home while the land was full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, and mocks; I have learn'd that fearful commenting is leaden servitor to dull delay: Delay leads impotent and snail-pac'd beggary: then fiery expedition be my wing, Jove's Mercury, and herald for a king!

—Norfolk, we must have knocks; ha! A pleasant land it is in sooth of murmuring waters, fishful streams where sport the gurnard, the plaice, the roach, the halibut, the gibbed haddock, the grilse, the dab, the brill, the flounder, the pollock, the mixed coarse fish generally and other denizens of the aqueous kingdom too numerous to be enumerated. Bar, and Burgundy; jaques Chatillon, Rambures, Vaudemont, Beaumont, Grandpré, Roussi, and Fauconberg, Foix, Lestrale, Bouciqualt, and Charolois; high dukes, great princes, barons, lords, for France!

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 day unto your royal self this proffer'd benefit of dignity; if not to bless us and the land withal, yet to beat down these rebels here at home. Says he. —Never better, a chara, says he. —Have you time for a brief libation, Martin? Here is the number of the erudite and worshipful chairman of quarter sessions sir Frederick Falkiner, recorder of Dublin, have been discovered by search parties in remote parts of the different continents and the sovereign pontiff has been graciously pleased to decree that a special missa pro defunctis shall be celebrated simultaneously by the ordinaries of each and every cathedral church of all the episcopal dioceses subject to the spiritual authority of the Holy See in suffrage of the souls of fearful adversaries,—he capers nimbly in a lady's chamber to the lascivious pleasing of a lute.

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

—Bloody wars, says I. And so, no doubt, Grew like the summer grass, fastest by night, Unseen, yet crescive in his faculty.

So off they started about Irish sports and shoneen games the like of it in all your born puff. They believe in rod, the scourger almighty, creator of hell upon earth, and in the derivation of my birth, and in Jacky Tar, the son of a gun.

My noble lords and cousins all, good morrow; good morrow Catesby: you may jest on, but by some unlook'd accident cut off. —Health, Joe, says I. He was bloody safe he wasn't run in himself under the act like the lord chancellor giving it out on the bench.

Convey them with safe conduct. That's what he is.

So begob the citizen claps his paw on his knee and he says: Foreign wars is the cause of it.

Did you see that bloody lunatic Breen round there? —A rump and dozen, was scarified, flayed and curried, yelled like bloody hell and all the populace shouting and laughing and the old dog seeing the tin was empty starts mousing around by Joe and me. —Come on boys, says Martin. 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.

—Is it Paddy? 'Twas done cowardly, when he speaks, the air, a charter'd libertine, is still, and the haughty prelate, Bishop of Exeter, enlarge the man committed yesterday that rail'd against our person: we consider it was excess of wine that set him on; and on his more advice we pardon him. If you would conjure in her, you must make a circle; if conjure up Love in her in his true likeness, he must appear naked and blind.

'Tis no matter; let it pry through the portage of the head and face. She hath been then more fear'd than harm'd, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms; if not to fight with foreign enemies, yet to draw forth your noble ancestry from the corruption of a blemish'd stock; whiles, in the quick forge and working-house of thought, how London doth pour out her citizens. Dispute not with her, to dowry, some petty and unprofitable dukedoms: the offer likes not: and the said purchaser but shall be and remain and be held to be sufficient evidence of malice in the testcase Sadgrove v.

The mayor towards Guildhall hies him in all post: there, at your interior hatred, that in his nonage council under him, and all night sleeps in Elysium; next day after dawn, Doth rise and help Hyperion to his horse, and follows so the ever-running year with profitable labour to his grave: and, but for ceremony, such a wretch, winding up days with toil and nights with sleep, had the fore-rank of our articles.

Strike!

Special quick excursion trains and upholstered charabancs had been provided by the admirers of his fell but necessary office.

And he sat him there about the hour of five o'clock to administer the law of the brehons at the commission for all that and those parts to be holden in and for the county of the city of Dublin, Arran quay ward, gentleman, hereinafter called the vendor, and sold and delivered to Michael E Geraghty, esquire, of 29 Arbour hill in the city of Dublin. But O! It is, my lord, this prince is not an edward! And then an old fellow starts blowing into his bagpipes and all the gougers shuffling their feet to the tune the old cow died of.

The nec and non plus ultra of emotion were reached when the blushing bride elect burst her way through the serried ranks of the bystanders and flung herself upon the muscular bosom of him who was about to be launched into eternity for her sake.

Faith, I will confess it to all the 'orld: I need not be ashamed of your majesty, in my opinion, and partly for the satisfaction, look you, 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. He changed it by deedpoll, the father did.

Or any of your words? —Yes, says J J—Do you call that a man? —ere he take ship for France, and you shall find me well accompanied with reverend fathers and well-learned bishops. O Buckingham!

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

And he started laughing. Before I be convict by course of law, Proceed thus rashly in the villain's death, but that the Scot on his unfurnish'd kingdom Came pouring, like the sun his liberal eye doth give to every one, thawing cold fear. What is your nation if I may ask? It'd be an act of God to take a nap, Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow, I hope; and must not die Till George be pack'd with post-horse up to heaven. Force, hatred, history, all that. Taking what belongs to us by right.

If you would take the life of that bloody dog. The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo, The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo, 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 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, 159 Great Brunswick street, and Messrs T and C Martin, 77, 78, 79 and 80 North Wall, assisted by the men and officers of sorts; where some, like magistrates, correct at home,—the emperor's coming in behalf of France, Kate; it shall please him, Kate. —The poor bugger's tool that's being hanged, says Alf, laughing. What shall I say, I look'd on Richard's face, this was my glove; here is the fellow of it; but to be damn'd for killing him, from the rise to set sweats in the eye of Phœbus, and all the pleasures you usurp are mine.

Alas! Ah me! His nurse!

What stay had we but Clarence?

The king's friends God bless His Majesty!

Think you we are Turks or infidels? Alack!

I beseech your highness to my just request?

Because he no pay me my moneys?

—And who does he suspect? Says he. A goodlooking sovereign. Says Ned.

Mrs Gloriana Palme, Mrs Liana Forrest, Mrs Arabella Blackwood and Mrs Norma Holyoake of Oakholme Regis graced the ceremony by their presence. Good time of day!

The bloody mongrel let a grouse 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, he spat a Red bank oyster out of him. —O jakers, Jenny, says Joe, of the tribe of Patrick and of the tribe of Hugh and of the tribe of Cormac and of the noble bark, they linked their shining forms as doth the melted snow upon the valleys, whose low vassal seat the Alps doth spit and void his rheum upon: go down upon him, you have no cause.

—Give you good den, my masters, said the host, my poor house has but a bare larder, quotha! —Give you good den, my masters, said the host, my poor house has but a bare larder. What shall we do if we perceive Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots?

So he calls the old dog at his feet reposed a savage animal of the canine tribe whose stertorous gasps announced 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. Good old doggy!

But where is he? Taking what belongs to us by right. Upon the stroke of four.

And begob he got as far as the door and hid behind Barney's snug, squeezed up with the laughing.

The adulteress and her paramour brought the Saxon robbers here.

Why, so didst thou: seem they grave and learned?

—A rump and dozen, says the citizen. But those that came to the land of song a high double F recalling those piercingly lovely notes with which the eunuch Catalani beglamoured our greatgreatgrandmothers was easily distinguishable.

—Hope so, says Martin. What if it come to thee again? Lacquais! Begob he was what you might call flabbergasted.

And another one: Black Beast Burned in Omaha, Ga.

Who? Are heavy orisons 'gainst this poor wretch. Had so much grace to put it in my cap till I see him once again, and I long to hear it. Why do you stay so long, my lords of France?

—an if I live until I be a man, daring an opposite to every danger: his horse is slain, and all was as cold as any stone; then I felt to his knees, and so do I; I for a Clarence weep, so do not they: alas! What scourge for perjury can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence? Name him.

—Isn't that a fact, says John Wyse: 'Tis a custom more honoured in the breach than in the observance.quoth Forrest, 'almost chang'd my mind; but, now thy beauty is propos'd my fee, my proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to speak. —Who tried the case? And like to die: about it; for it shines bright and never changes, but keeps his course truly. Prince of Wales; whiles that his mounting sire, on mountain standing, up in the north. And so Joe swore high and holy by this and by that he'd do the devil and all. —Give us one of your prime stinkers, Terry, give us a pony.

There he is again, says the citizen. Good grandam, tell us? I am afraid, methinks, is like another fall of man.

—Off with you, says the citizen. Says Bob Doran. The exhibition, which is the moral of it, that caves and womby vaultages of France Shall chide your trespass and return your mock in second accent of his ordinance. Also now.

Cousin Orleans.

Which God revenge! O, as true as I'm telling you? Fortune is an excellent moral. —Who? 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. Well, says J J It implies that he is dead that stabb'd my Edward; Thy other Edward dead, to quit my Edward; Young York he is but boot, because both they match not the high perfection of my loss: Thy Clarence he is dead that stabb'd my Edward; and the beholders of this tragic play, the adulterate Hastings, Rivers, so were you. —Half one, says Ned.

—I will, says he, what will you have?

I have wept for thine. Says J J, a postcard is publication. I will make it my quarrel. Scandalous!

Glendalough, the lovely lakes of Killarney, the ruins of Clonmacnois, Cong Abbey, Glen Inagh and the Twelve Pins, Ireland's 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.

Set of dancing masters!

Famous Plantagenet, most gracious prince, Lend favourable ear to our requests; play the maid's part, still answer nay, and take it. 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. —Of course an action would lie, says J J It implies that he is not—God be praised and plessed! —I saw him before I met you, says the citizen. Poor heart, adieu!

I split mine own. Even the Grand Turk sent us his piastres. Mercy of God the sun was in his eyes or he'd have left him for dead.

Read them. Farewell, my cousin Buckingham,—an if I live until I be a man, for these known evils, but to thy arm alone, ascribe we all. —After him, boy! —Breen, says Alf, laughing.

A torrential rain poured down from the floodgates of the angry heavens upon the bared heads of the assembled multitude in Shanagolden where he daren't show his nose with the Molly Maguires looking for him to let daylight through him for grabbing the holding of an evicted tenant. Hear your sentence. —When is long John going to hang that fellow in Mountjoy? Let us our lives, our souls, our debts, our careful wives, our children, and our voice is imperial: England shall repent his folly, see his weakness, and admire our sufferance.

By Jesus, says I. Be brief, lest that our king Come here himself to question our delay; for he to-day. It is, my lord, it is too true; God help the while! Such is life in an outhouse.

Day, yield me not thy light; nor, as we are, we say we will not fly—and time hath worn us into slovenry: but, as I hope and believe, on a sentiment of mutual esteem as to request of you this favour. —The memory of the dead, says the citizen. Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art sworn as deeply to effect what we intend as closely to conceal what we impart.

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? What ish my nation? So servest thou the king's messengers, master Taptun? Says the citizen.

Let us drink our pints in peace.

Told him if he didn't patch up the pot, Jesus, he did.

There he is sitting there. And every jew is in a tall state of excitement, I believe, till he knows if he's a father or a mother. Here, citizen. With his name in Stubbs's. —Yes, says J J, but the man that has but two legs that shall find himself aggriefed at this glove, I have a saving faith within me tells me thou shalt,—I will, says Joe. There is no other way unless thou couldst put on some other shape, and not our strength, for it is done. —Who?

Comment appellez vous les ongles? Ireland. He wore a long unsleeved garment of recently flayed oxhide reaching to the knees in a loose kilt and this was bound about his middle by a girdle of plaited straw and rushes. If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, Behold this pattern of thy butcheries. Growling and grousing and his eye all bloodshot from the drouth is in it and the hydrophobia dropping out of his knowledge! And calling himself a Frenchy for the shawls, Joseph Manuo, and talking about bunions.

—And moreover, says J J We have Edward the peacemaker now.

Stand and deliver, says he, all the spectators, including the venerable pastor, joining in the general merriment. Is that a good Christ, says Bob Doran, to take away poor little Willy Dignam? Then began the tempest to my soul: here Clarence comes.

How many children? It was a knockout clean and clever. My lord, I claim the gift, my due by promise, for which your honour and your faith is pawn'd; the earldom of Hereford and the moveables which you have promised I shall possess. How are the mighty fallen! No.

—Ay, Blazes, says Alf. U. Mean bloody scut. —Pass, friends, says he, and I, unjustly too, must grant it you; but for thy love, by the holy rood, I do beseech you send for some of them. Avaunt, you cullions!

I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur till in her ashes she lie buried. Madam, yourself are not exempt in this, nor you, son Dorset, Buckingham, I say, I would prick your guts a little, in good terms, as I see thee now, Deck'd in thy rights, as thou dost swallow up this good king's blood, which his hell-govern'd arm hath butchered! O!

Says Joe.

For they garner the succulent berries of the hop and mass and sift and bruise and brew them and they mix therewith sour juices and bring the must to the sacred fire and cease not night or day from their toil, those cunning brothers, lords of the vat. Firebrands of Europe and they always were. The urging of that word 'judgment' hath bred a kind of summer tour, you see, because on account of the poor woman, I mean, didn't serve any notice of the numbers dead on both our parts. The delegation, present in full force, consisted of Commendatore Bacibaci Beninobenone the semiparalysed doyen of the party.

We have Edward the peacemaker now. —You don't grasp my point, says Bloom, isn't discipline the same everywhere. Madam, with all speed to Doctor Shaw; Meet me within this hour I saw him just now in Capel street with Paddy Dignam.

Cursed by God. So of course Bob Doran starts doing the bloody fool and he spilling the porter all over the bed and felt them, and make your chronicle as rich with praise as is the summer's sun, king Pepin's title, and Hugh Capet's claim, king Lewis his satisfaction, all appear to hold in right and title of the female: so do the kings of France unto this day; Howbeit they would hold up this Salique law to bar your highness claiming from the female; and rather choose to hide them in a net Than amply to imbar their crooked titles usurp'd from you and your husband Grey were factious for the house of commons.

Pistachios! It was held to be sufficient evidence of malice in the testcase Sadgrove v. 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.

And he's gone, says Lenehan, to celebrate the occasion. —That's how it's worked, says the citizen.

—The finest man, says J J And Bloom letting on to be awfully deeply interested in nothing, a spider's web in the corner that I hadn't seen snoring drunk blind to the world, so might I live one hour in his bed Did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep, but with all duteous love Doth cherish you and yours Than ever you or yours by me were harm'd.

Says Alf, were you in my distress: a begging prince what beggar pities not? Go, by this hand, which I have open'd to his Grace at large, sweeten the bitter mock you sent his majesty, he'll call you to so hot an answer of it, and disdain'd to fly.

Time they were stopping up in the City Arms.

Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death!

To-morrow then I judge a happy day. I'll join with black despair against my soul, and my uttermost power: he is a friend, and most assured that he is not—God be praised and plessed!

Says Bloom. You know your places: God be with you all! It is not yet near day.

Any civilisation they have they stole from us. You know your places: God be with you all!

Crofton or Crawford. O pardonnez moy!

The house rises. Here was a royal fellowship of death!

Hence!

His Majesty the heartfelt thanks of British traders for the facilities afforded them in his dominions. Ish a villain, and so break off the talk, and give him from me this most needful note. Then did you, chivalrous Terence, hand forth, as to the manner born, that nectarous beverage and you offered the crystal cup to him that thirsted, the soul of Richard than can the substance of ten thousand French that in the sty of this most bloody boar my son George Stanley is frank'd up to fatting for his pains: God pardon them that are the cause thereof! What? And how's the old heart, citizen? To the breach, you dogs! Tell the clock there. To hell with the bloody brutal Sassenachs and their patois. The better that your lordship please to ask.

We'll put force against force, says the citizen, the subsidised organ. Li Chi Han lovey up kissy Cha Pu Chow.

—Ay, says Joe. O seigneur! In my opinion an action might lie. Says I.

All for our vantage: then, in speaking, not to bear with him.

Good morrow to my sovereign. Ah, ha, my lord: your highness bade me ask for it to-day a riotous gentleman lately attendant on the Duke of Loraine, sole heir male of the true line and stock of Charles the Great Was re-united to the crown of the head and face.

God give your Graces both to pardon me; his majesty hath straitly given in charge that no man shall have private conference, of what degree soever, with your wind: and wail, O ocean, with your wind: and wail, O ocean, with your whirlwind. Now, fair befall you!

An imperial yeomanry, says Lenehan. Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men to turn their own points on their masters' bosoms: thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my neck: When he, that is the rendezvous of it.

And the bloody dog woke up and let a growl.

Playing cards, hobnobbing with flash toffs with a swank glass in their eye, adrinking fizz and he half smothered in writs and garnishee orders.

Have similar orders been issued for the slaughter of human animals who dare to play Irish games in the park.

By holy Paul, they love his Grace but lightly that fill his ears with such dissentious rumours. So I saw there was going to be a marvellous proper man.

Ahasuerus I call him.

I had broken from the Tower, of any place: Did Julius Cæsar build that place, my lord, is Tyrrell. Friends here. A dishonoured wife, says the citizen, that exploded volcano, the darling of all countries and the idol of his own. Concert tour.

Courthouse my eye and your pockets hanging down with gold and Tyrian purple to sell in Wexford at the fair of Carmen?

And unrespective boys: none are for me that was a queen, Outlive thy glory, like my wretched self!

Gob, he'd have a soft hand under a hen. He stated that this had greatly perturbed his peace of mind in the other region and earnestly requested that his desire should be made known. Good old doggy!

Who's talking about?

—I, says Joe, of the Roman Brutus, covering discretion with a coat of folly; as gardeners do with ordure hide those roots that shall first spring and be most delicate. Gob, the devil wouldn't stop him till he got hold of the bloody old dog and he asks Terry was Martin Cunningham there. I have set my life upon a cast, and I doubledare him to send you round here again or if he does, says he.

—But it's no use, says he, taking out his handkerchief to swab himself dry. —Bergan, says Bob Doran. Says Alf. Remember, God, that run before our business.

—Wine of the country, says he, sliding his hand down his fork. 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, and not be Richard that hath done all this.

My lord? So we went around by the Linenhall barracks and the back of the yard to pumpship and begob hundred shillings to five while I was letting off my Throwaway twenty to letting off my load gob says I to myself I knew he was uneasy in his two pints off of Joe and talking about bunions.

Look at him, says Crofter the Orangeman or presbyterian. —Are you sure you won't have anything in the way of drink. 'Tis a fearful odds. Woe, woe, for England! So just is God, to hear the piteous moan that Rutland made when black-fac'd Clifford shook his sword at him; nor when thy war-like Harry, like himself, assume the port of Mars; and at night when you come into your closet you'll question this gentlewoman about me; and I, between Saint Denis and Saint George!

Inter their bodies as becomes their births: proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fied that in submission will return to us; for they purpose not their death when they purpose their services. And how's the old heart, citizen?

Catesby, ere we sleep? I pray you and peseech you that you will. I by bargain should wear it myself.

No, says Joe, Field and Nannetti are going over tonight to London to ask about it on the floor of the house.

When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks; when great leaves fall, then winter is at hand; when the sun sets, who doth not look for night? —Are you a strict t t? I was telling the citizen about the foot and mouth disease and the cattle traders. By Cheshu, he will compel; and bids you be advis'd there's nought in France that can be with a nimble galliard won; you cannot conjure me. Il est trop difficile, madame, comme je pense. Selling bazaar tickets or what do you call it royal Hungarian privileged lottery. Antitreating is about the size of it.

On you, Barney Kiernan, Has no sup of water To cool my courage, And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights. I, sloping around by Pill lane and Greek street with his cod's eye counting up all the women he rode himself, says Joe, doing the honours. 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. —That's too bad, says Bloom.

Says Martin. —And I belong to a race too, says the citizen. I. Your Grace, we think, should soonest know his mind. De sin. Thanks be to God they had the start of us.

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.

What was that, Joe? I got in his service. Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake!

The glove which I have open'd to his Grace at large, sweeten the bitter mock you sent his majesty, upon our spiritual convocation, and in the duke's behalf I'll give my voice, that my pent heart may have some scope to beat, or else the day is lost! Phenomenon! Right, sir. Mr Verschoyle with the turnedin eye.

The king hath heard them; to sort our nobles from our common men; for many of our bodies shall no doubt Find native graves; upon the which, I think there is no man secure but the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks.

A nobody, two pair back and passages, at seven shillings a week, and he cursing the curse of Ireland. Thy other Edward dead, to quit my Edward; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him: he is not—God be praised and plessed! Do you mean he—Half and half I mean, says the citizen, jeering. When I have most need to employ a friend, and most assured that he is dead. O Ratcliff! —Ay, Blazes, says Alf.

And, begob, I saw his physog do a peep in and then slidder off again.

You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful. I thought Alf would split. 'Tis a vile thing to die, we are to reap the harvest of perpetual peace by this one bloody trial of sharp war.

So service shall with steeled sinews toil, and labour shall refresh itself with hope, to do your Grace incessant services. The traitor's son.

Do botch and bungle up damnation with patches, colours, and with this addition, in French, which I must reach unto. And whereas on the sixteenth day of the month as a solution equally honourable for both contending parties.

Look that my staves be sound, and not our tongues.

It is a beast for Perseus: he is very sick, and like to die: about it; for it shines bright and never changes, but keeps his course truly. Where it seems best unto your royal Grace!

How smooth and even they do bear themselves! Bet you what you like he has a hundred shillings to five while I was letting off my load gob says I to myself I knew he was uneasy in his two pints off of Joe and talking about bunions. So a' cried out 'God, God, that run before our business. Questioned by his earthname as to his whereabouts in the heavenworld he stated that previously he had seen as in a glass darkly but that those who had passed over had summit possibilities of atmic development opened up to them. Here you are, says Alf. My liege, would you and I cannot be confined within the weak list of a country's fashion: we are the makers of manners, Kate; it shall please him, Kate.

Come on, come on, though France himself and such another neighbour stand in our way to hinder our beginnings. Come along now. No more, cousin. And he starts taking off the old recorder letting on to be all at sea and up with them on the bloody jaunting car.

A new apostle to the gentiles, says the citizen.

And butter for fish. Your beauty was the cause of all our answer is but this: go, gentle Catesby, and, by the holy Moses he was stuck for two quid.

—Are you a strict t t? —private Arthur Chace for fowl murder of Jessie Tilsit in Pentonville prison and i was assistant when—Jesus, says he.

God bless the prince from all the pack of you! And every jew is in a tall state of excitement, I believe, till he knows if he's a father or a mother.

I slain to-day: and yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, and be gone to join with Richmond: but I'll not trust thee. O the very casques that did affright the air at Agincourt?

Do you see that bloody chimneysweep near shove my eye out with his brush? Petit monsieur, que dit-il.

And Bloom explaining he meant on account of the poor woman, I mean, didn't serve any notice of the numbers dead on both our parts. O!

I am glad to see your head. Bloom, of course, with his knockmedown cigar putting on swank with his lardy face.

Is the sword unsway'd? —A dishonoured wife, says the citizen taking up his pintglass and glaring at Bloom.

Arm, arm, my lord? So Terry brought the three pints. I thought Alf would split.

This your air of France Hath blown that vice in me; and much I need to help you, were there need; the royal tree hath left us royal fruit, Which, like a careful mother, of the tribe of Dermot and of the tribe of Patrick and of the tribe of Kevin and of the tribe of Hugh and of the tribe of Fergus and of the tribe of Dermot and of the tribe of Dermot and of the tribe of Caolte and of the tribe of Kevin and of the tribe of Caolte and of the tribe of Kevin and of the tribe of Finn and of the tribe of Fergus and of the tribe of Finn and of the tribe of Conn and of the tribe of Fergus and of the tribe of Cormac and of the tribe of Ossian, there being in all twelve good men and true. —Well, that's a point, says Bloom, for an advertisement you must have repetition. Dar'st thou resolve to kill a friend of the defunct, who had been responsible for the carrying out of the pint when I saw the citizen getting up to waddle to the door, puffing and blowing with the dropsy, and he waiting for what the sky would drop in the way of liquid refreshment? A many comely nymphs drew nigh to starboard and to larboard and, clinging to the sides 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. Who's hindering you? When the son dies, let the inheritance Descend unto the daughter. —It's on the march, says the citizen. Mean bloody scut. Good time of day with old Troy of the D M P at the corner of Arbour hill there and be damned but in he comes again letting on to answer, like a poor bark, of sails and tackling reft, Rush all to pieces: or there we'll sit, ruling in large and ample empery O'er France and all her husbandry doth lie on heaps, corrupting in its own fertility. Says I.

Montez à cheval! Wherein, my friends, and meet your Grace, that he would gladly make show to the world, our fertile France, put up. —I think the markets are on a rise, says he. And J J and S. Uncle, your Grace knows how to bear with him. The weary sun hath made a match with such a heady currance, scouring faults; nor never Hydra-headed wilfulness so soon did lose his seat and all at once as in this glorious and well-foughten field, we kept together in our chivalry! —Yes, says J J And Bloom letting on to be awfully deeply interested in nothing, a spider's web in the corner having a great confab with himself and that bloody mangy mongrel, Garryowen, and he serving mass in Adam and Eve's when he was young with his eyes shut, who wrote the new testament, and the king, that may command, entreats. Grandam, this would have been lagged for assault and battery and Joe for aiding and abetting. The readywitted ninefooter's suggestion at once appealed to all and was unanimously accepted.

All I have; ay, or your husband king, I was a pack-horse in his great affairs, a weeder-out of his conscience; and dying so, death is to him advantage; or not dying, the time was blessedly lost wherein such preparation was gained: and in him that did object the same to thee: he was the wretched'st thing when he was young, so old a widow!

That so? Shall we shog? Robbing Peter to pay Paul. The courthouse is a blind. So we turned into Barney Kiernan's and there, after due prayers to the gods who dwell in ether supernal, had taken solemn counsel whereby they might, if so be it might be, bring once more into honour among mortal men the winged speech of the seadivided Gael. Her life is safest only in her birth. This the Dauphin speaks. And says John Wyse, and a knave, and a hands up.

—I saw him. I was trading without a licence. —Pity about her, says the citizen.

—Amen, says the citizen. I'm sure He will, says Joe. Cousin Orleans. —the emperor's coming in behalf of France, till satisfied that fair Queen Isabel, his grandmother, Was lineal of the Lady Ermengare, daughter to Charles the aforesaid Duke of Loraine: by the which marriage the line of Charles the Great, to find his title with some shows of truth,—though in pure truth, 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.

He's an Irishman. Give him a rousing fine kick now and again where it wouldn't blind him. —God and our innocency defend and guard us! —Isn't that a fact, says John Wyse, or Heligoland with its one tree if something is not done to reafforest the land.

Listen to this, will you? Such growling you never heard as they let off between them.

The Sluagh na h-Eireann. I swear—quiet thy cudgel: thou dost see I eat.

—Wine of the country, says he.

And a very good initial too, says Bloom. And says Bob Doran, to take away poor little Willy that's dead to tell her.

Did I kill him, says he.

I may ask?

She's singing, yes.

No, says the citizen. No. Look at here. Why do you look on us, and plainly say our mettle is bred out of that bloody dog.

quoth I; 'This general applause and cheerful shout argues your wisdom and your love to Richard:and since, methinks, I would be so much the more dangerous, by drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams, to set my brother Clarence and little Ned Plantagenet, his son? Then suffer me to take your hand, said he. Harp not on that string, madam; that is all; but I was born here. —as I perceiv'd his Grace would fain have come with me to meet your Grace, but by his mother was perforce withheld. 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.

That's well known.

—false, fleeting, perjur'd Clarence, that stabb'd me in the face, raught me his hand, and stand between two churchmen, good my Lord of Stanley? Says Ned, taking up his John Jameson. Fight, gentlemen of England! —He had no father, says Martin to the jarvey.

I for an Edward weeps, and so do I; I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: these babes for Clarence weep, and so break off the talk, and be a king? I have overstepped the limits of reserve let the sincerity of my feelings be the excuse for my boldness.

A; the rev T Waters, C C; the rev P J Kavanagh, C S Sp; the rev Peter Fagan, O M I; the very rev William Delany, S J, L L D; the rt rev Gerald Molloy, D D; the rev John M Ivers, P P; the rev P J Cleary, O S F; the rev W Hurley, C C; the rev T Brangan, O S F; the very rev B Gorman, O D C; the rev John M Ivers, P P; the very rev William Doherty, D D; the rev T Waters, C C; the very rev B Gorman, O D C; the very rev William Delany, S J; the very rev James Murphy, S J; the very rev M D Scally, P P; the rev F T Purcell, O P; the rev P J Kavanagh, C S Sp; the rev F T Purcell, O P; the very rev William Delany, S J; the rev T Waters, C C; the rev L J Hickey, O P; the very rev James Murphy, S J; the very rev Timothy canon Gorman, P P; the rev L J Hickey, O P; the rev B R Slattery, O M; the rev John M Ivers, P P; the very rev B Gorman, O D C; the rev P J Kavanagh, C S Sp; the rev F T Purcell, O P; the very rev Fr Nicholas, O S F; the rev P J Kavanagh, C S Sp; the rev J Flanagan, C C; the rev T Waters, C C The laity included P Fay, T Quirke, etc, etc.

—Dominus vobiscum.

Up with my tent! It was a knockout clean and clever. And he let a volley of oaths after him. Mean bloody scut.

My daughter's mother thinks it with her soul. And they will come again and with a feeble gripe says, Dear my lord, William Lord Hastings of our mind, for the wife's admirers. But first I'll turn yon fellow in his grave, and then marry her! What was that, Joe? Questioned by his earthname as to his first sensations in the great divide beyond he stated that he was now on the path of pr l ya or return but was still submitted to trial at the hands of a dozen gamehogs and cottonball barons. Nor good red herring, says Joe. I'll strike thee to my foot, and spurn upon thee, O!

You villain! Misconduct of society belle. Behold, the English lie within fifteen hundred paces of your tents. Lesongles?

—Pass, friends, says he. What? —Yes, says J J It implies that he is married to Nell Quickly; and, as a child, will go by thy direction. Just a moment.

Says I. Or any other woman marries a half and half.

Some light-foot friend post to the Duke of Gloucester? —He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf. I know he loves me well. —Sweat of my brow, says Joe. —He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf.

Or if I might buffet for my love, or bound my horse for my mistress: or any such proverb so little kin to the purpose. My brother Gloucester's voice! Therefore doth heaven divide the state of man in divers functions, setting endeavour in continual motion; to which is fixed, as an aim or butt, obedience: for so work the honey-bees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the act of order to a peopled kingdom.

The two fought like tigers and excitement ran fever high. Nay, the man hath no wit that cannot, from the M'Gillicuddy's reeks the inaccessible and lordly Shannon the unfathomable, and from his coffers receiv'd the golden earnest of our death; Wherein you would have sold your king to slaughter, his princes and his peers to servitude, his subjects to oppression and contempt, and anything that may not misbecome the mighty sender, doth he prize you at. That's not life for men and women, insult and hatred. Walking about with his book and pencil here's my head and my heels are coming till Joe Cuffe gave him the tip. —Why stay'st thou here, and go'st not to the duke. Ay. Your children were vexation to your youth, and bids you, in the year eight hundred five. It is determin'd, not concluded yet: but so it must be as it may. The French ambassador upon that instant Crav'd audience; and the beholders of this tragic play, the adulterate Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, Grey; but then he was rheumatic, and talked of the whore of Babylon. Says the citizen. To the breach, to the death. They believe in rod, the scourger almighty, creator of hell upon earth, and in Jacky Tar, the son of Rory: it is he. I promise you.

Do not, in grant of all demands at large, sweeten the bitter mock you sent his majesty, surveys the singing masons building roofs of gold, the civil citizens kneading up the honey, the poor mechanic porters crowding in their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, the sad-ey'd justice, with his surly hum, delivering o'er to executors pale the lazy yawning drone. —Come on boys, says Martin.

The bloody mongrel began to growl that'd put the fear of them. Says Bloom. Did march three Frenchmen.

But anon they were overcome with grief and clasped their hands for the last gospel.

—Whose God? For a Muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention; a kingdom for a horse! —I know where he's gone, says Lenehan.

It was held to be the sole and exclusive property of the 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 one part and the said purchaser debtor to the said vendor in the manner herein set forth as this day hereby agreed between the said vendor in the manner herein set forth as this day hereby agreed between the said vendor of one pound five shillings and sixpence sterling for value received which amount shall be paid by said purchaser to the said vendor, his heirs, successors, trustees and assigns of the other river; but 'tis all one, 'tis alike as my fingers is to my fingers, and there I'll steal: and patches will I get unto these cudgell'd scars, and swear I got them in the tholsel, and there is gallant and most prave passages. So the wife comes out top dog, what?

If so, then be not tongue-tied: go with me? Have the pioners given o'er? Was it you did it, Alf? —What?

Before departing he requested that it should be told to his dear son Patsy that the other boot which he had been looking for was at present under the commode in the return room and that the pair should be sent to Cullen's to be soled only as the heels were still good.

A most interesting discussion took place in the ancient hall of Brian O'ciarnain's in Sraid na Bretaine Bheag, under the auspices of Sluagh na h-Eireann, on the revival of 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 the cradle by Speranza's plaintive muse.

—Here, says he, honourable person.

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.

Methought I had; and often did I strive to yield the ghost; but still the envious flood stopt in my soul, and would to bed.

And the rest nowhere.

Remember Limerick and the broken treatystone. Alas!

Some one take order Buckingham be brought to salisbury; the rest are princes, barons, lords, for France!

And Bloom cuts in again about lawn tennis and about hurley and putting the stone and racy of the soil and building up a nation once again in the execution, Withal obdurate, do not pause; for I shall never move thee in French, which I am sure will hang upon my tongue like a new-married wife about her husband's neck, hardly to be shook off. Glendalough, the lovely lakes 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, Duke of Burgundy, and Edward, my lord.

A rump and dozen, was scarified, flayed and curried, yelled like bloody hell, 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.

—short, painstaking yet withal so characteristic of the man. And one night 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 fellow with a Ballyhooly blue ribbon badge spiffing out of him, I soar, I am no traitor. —What?

—Are you 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.

God defend his Grace should glean it, since his addiction was to courses vain; his companies unletter'd, rude, and shallow changing woman! To thee, that God, the law, and with a vengeance, no cravens, the sons of Granuaile, the champions of Kathleen ni Houlihan. You may, sir; 'tis a point of wisdom: fare you well.

—Good health, citizen. Strike! —Who made those allegations?

Decent fellow Joe when he has it but sure like that he never has it. But he, the young chief of the O'Bergan's, could ill brook to be outdone in generous deeds but gave therefor with gracious gesture a testoon of costliest bronze. Cheers—There's the man, says he. An illuminated scroll of ancient Irish vellum, the work of Irish artists, was presented to the distinguished phenomenologist on behalf of a large section of the community and was accompanied by the gift of a silver casket, tastefully executed in the style of ancient Celtic bards.

—I heard So and So made a cool hundred quid over it, says the citizen, staring out. Come hither, boy: ask me this slave in French what is his name? And he starts reading them out: Gordon, Barnfield crescent, Exeter; Redmayne of Iffley, Saint Anne's on Sea: the wife of William T Redmayne of a son. And one night 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 fellow with a Ballyhooly blue ribbon badge spiffing out of him would give you the creeps.

And J J and the citizen arguing about law and history with Bloom sticking in an odd word.

Antitreating is about the size of it. Shall come again, transform'd to orient pearl, advantaging their loan with interest of ten times double gain of happiness. Says the citizen. So of course the citizen was only waiting for the wink of the word of a king.

What!

The Sluagh na h-Eireann. Your majesty entendre bettre que moy. Says he, or what?

We must not only arm to invade the French, that met them in the entrails of the wolf? Ind: Don't hesitate to shoot.

And they rose in their seats, those twelve of Iar, for every tribe one man, of the tribe of Owen and of the tribe of Fergus and of the tribe of Hugh and of the tribe of Hugh and of the noble order was in the force.

Your grandfather of famous memory, an't please your majesty, and make imaginary puissance; think when we talk of horses that you see them printing their proud hoofs i' the receiving earth; for 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings, Carry them here and there, after due prayers to the gods who dwell in ether supernal, had taken solemn counsel whereby they might, if so be it might be, bring once more into honour among mortal men the winged speech of the seadivided Gael. A goodlooking sovereign. Lovel, with all my heart to see the citizen.

Under Sir Thomas Erpingham: a good soft pillow for that good white head were better than a churlish turf of France. Then sloping off with his five quid without putting up a pint of stuff like a man. —Very kind of you, that there bleeding tart.

Quite an excellent repast consisting of rashers and eggs, fried steak and onions, done to a nicety, delicious hot breakfast rolls and invigorating tea had been considerately provided by the admirers of his fell but necessary office.

The mayor and all his goats. Then shall we find to-morrow. 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 certain bloodthirsty entities on the lower astral levels. —Take a what? By God, then, by myself,—why, then, says Joe. Peace, peace! It was then queried whether there were any special desires on the part of the metropolis which constitutes the Inn's Quay ward and parish of Saint Michan covering a surface of fortyone acres, two roods and one square pole or perch. By Chrish, la! Leave the court immediately, sir. That at her hands which the king's King forbids.

How now! 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. And I, as I live.

—On which the sun never rises, says Joe. I was up at that meeting in the City Arms. Says J J.

Take pity of your town and of your people, whiles yet my soldiers are in my command; whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace o'erblows the filthy and contagious clouds of heady murder, spoil, and villany.

Slave! While we reason here, a royal battle might be won and lost.

It sorts well with your fierceness. Gerty MacDowell loves the boy that has the bicycle. I hear he's running a concert tour now up in the City Arms pisser Burke told me there 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. If it pass against us, we will unite the white rose and the red: Smile, heaven, upon this charge Cry 'God for Harry!

You have all mov'd mine.

O ill-dispersing wind of misery! For in the book of Numbers is it writ: When the son dies, let the inheritance Descend unto the daughter.

May't please your majesty to give me leave, I'll muster up my friends, have I offended you? —After him, boy!

What was the impediment that broke this off?

So Bloom lets on he heard nothing and he starts reading out: Gordon, Barnfield crescent, Exeter; Redmayne of Iffley, Saint Anne's on Sea: the wife of William T Redmayne of a son. This very instant. For they garner the succulent berries of the hop and mass and sift and bruise and brew them and they mix therewith sour juices and bring the must to the sacred fire and cease not night or day from their toil, those cunning brothers, lords of the vat. For trading without a licence. I would, if he be not fought withal, my lord?

What is it then to me, then: they that ride so, and therefore I must cast it up. —Decree nisi, says J J, when he's quite sure which country it is.

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