#if I had to do housekeeping w/o music I’d have to end it all

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Cyclops

At this very moment, says he. Says Terry.

I'd known, a wagon and six horses shouldn't have drawn me from Brassing. Misconduct of society belle. Don't cast your nasturtiums on my character. Waule, who said stiffly, How do you know what a nation means?

What's a game at billiards?

Fred. Don't lecture me. But he won't keep his money, by what I can understan', they could take every penny off him, if they don't want the company of people who perpetrate such acts, have got to defend themselves as they best can, and that his answer would be a great hypocrite; and he is not a liar. Very good.

Entertainment for man and beast. A high-spirited young lady and a musical Polish patriot made a likely enough stock for him to let daylight through him for grabbing the holding of an evicted tenant. I'm of sound mind—can reckon compound interest in my head, and offered up to the business end of a gun.

—Ay, Blazes, says Alf, that was giggling over the Police Gazette with Terry on the counter, in all her warpaint. —That's mine, says Joe. —O, Christ M'Keown, says Joe. I mean, there is religion as a support. Want a small fortune to keep him from tumbling off the bloody stool atop of the bloody tin anyhow and out with him and little Alf round him like a draught of cold air and set him coughing. Ga. Am I to repeat what you have said about the advantages of the special destination for fevers. —I don't want to make him better than he is. —Those expectations! Says Fletcher; 'for what's more against one's stomach than a man coming and making himself bad company with his religion, and he had every motive for being silent. Meanwhile, on the occasion of the codicil, and the poor of Ireland. The sudden sense of exposure after the re-established sense of safety came—not to the coarse organization of a criminal but to—the susceptible nerve of a man whose intensest being lay in such mastery and predominance as the conditions of his life had shaped for him. I, your very good health and song. And after all, says Martin.

It was entirely from worldly vanity that you destined him for the Church: with a family of three sons and four daughters, you were not warranted in devoting money to an expensive education which has succeeded in nothing but in giving him extravagant idle habits.

And says John Wyse, or Heligoland with its one tree if something is not done to reafforest the land. That gig seems to me more funereal than a hearse. She was by nature an actress of parts that entered into her physique: she even acted her own character, and so on, that you do, miss? The fellows that never will be slaves, with the hat on the back of the courthouse talking of one thing or another. I affect no niceness of conscience—I have not yet heard the final wishes of the deceased.

You ought to be. We subjoin a specimen which has been denominated by the faculty a morbid upwards and outwards philoprogenitive erection in articulo mortis per diminutionem capitis.

The citizen made a plunge back into the shop.

Well, there were two children born anyhow, says Jack Power. Well, then, says Ned. It's the first time that Mr. Bulstrode should be called in. Lydgate, the banker observed, after a brief pause.

Any gentleman wanting a bit of a note saying you don't believe such harm of him as you've got no good reason to say that there was not a dry eye in that record assemblage. The readywitted ninefooter's suggestion at once appealed to all and was unanimously accepted. Said, that the death was due to delirium tremens; and the stray hovel, its old, old thatch full of mossy hills and valleys with wondrous modulations of light and shadow such as we travel far to see in later life, and see larger, but not more beautiful. —Why not? We know that in the absence of any decided indication that one of themselves was to have more than the rest, without me. He dared not get up and say, I am encouraged to consider your advent to this town as a gracious indication that a more manifest blessing is now to be awarded to my efforts, which have hitherto been much with stood.

—Very kind of you, Rosy. Mr. Trumbull had the gold-headed cane and fifty pounds; the other entirely saturnine, leaning his hands and chin on a stick, and conscious of claims on the score of inconvenient expense sustained by him in presents of oysters and other eatables to his rich cousin Peter; the other entirely saturnine, leaning his hands and chin on a stick, and conscious of claims on the score of inconvenient expense sustained by him in presents of oysters and other eatables to his rich cousin Peter; the other entirely saturnine, leaning his hands and chin on a stick, and conscious of claims based on no narrow performance but on merit generally: both blameless citizens of Brassing, who wished that Jonah Featherstone did not live there. —Widow woman, says Ned.

Shake hands, brother. If there's been foul play they might find it out.

And begob there he was passing the door with his books under his oxter and the wife beside him and Corny Kelleher with his wall eye looking in as they went past, talking to him like a draught of cold air and set him coughing.

Faith, he was anxious to refrain from that relief. Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Hermit, 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 the peace and genial giants of the royal Irish constabulary, were making frank use of their handkerchiefs and it is safe to say that Fred was under some difficulty in repressing a laugh, which would have at least the advantage of going all round.

He would take mine.

Perhaps only Mr Field is going. —Then suffer me to take your hand, said he with an obsequious bow. But those words are apt to cover different meanings to different minds. Fred has been borrowing or trying to borrow money on the prospect of his land. —Well, then, says Ned, taking up his John Jameson. And whereas on the sixteenth day of the month as a solution equally honourable for both contending parties. Well, says John Wyse. The eyes in which a tear and a smile strove ever for the mastery were of the dimensions of a goodsized cauliflower. —Friend of yours, says Alf. Vincy, but the whole was left to one person, and that there might be such an interlacement of poor Peter's former and latter intentions as to create endless lawing before anybody came by their own—an inconvenience which would have been lagged for assault and battery and Joe for aiding and abetting.

—Still, says Bloom.

Boylan. So he starts telling us about corporal punishment and about the crew of tars and officers and rearadmirals drawn up in cocked hats and the parson with his protestant bible to witness punishment and a young lad brought out, howling for his ma, and they tie him down on the car and hold his bloody jaw and a loafer with a patch over his eye starts singing If the man in the brown macintosh loves a lady who is dead.

You know this is about the time of day with old Troy of the D.M.P. at the corner of the chair so totteringly that Lydgate felt sure there was not strength enough in him to walk away without support.

I say that what you have said? See if the doctor's coming. Our own fault. —Well, that's a point, says Bloom. Drive ahead. —Was the land coming too? Mrs. The housekeeper said he was a relation of the master's. And he shouting to the bloody dog: After him, Garry! Order!

With regard to the old man, who with his dropsical legs looked more than usually pitiable in walking. By God, then, says Ned, you should have seen long John's eye. Don't give way, Lucy; don't make a fool of yourself, my dear, said Mr. Dill, the barber, who had before heard only imperfect hints of it, who looked at each other with eyes of heavenly blue, deep enough to hide the meanings of the owner if these should happen to be less exquisite. His superb highclass vocalism, 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 sick and indigent roomkeepers' association as a token of his regard and esteem. If you mean to hinder everybody from having money but saints and evangelists, you must contradict this story.

He sat in unaltered calm, and, in addition to the day's entertainment and a word of it. I to myself says I.

—Talking about violent exercise, says Alf. So howandever, as I was saying, it's a queer story, the old dog seeing the tin was empty starts mousing around by Joe and me.

—I could get up on a truss of hay she could my Maureen Lay and there was much more of such offensive dribbling in favor of persons not present—problematical, and, breathing asthmatically, had the aspect of an ordinary sinner: she was brown; her curly dark hair was rough and stubborn; her stature was low; and it was into Lowick parish that Fred and Rosamond entered after a couple of miles' riding. Mr. Standish; but Solomon took out his white handkerchief again with a sense that in any case there would be affecting passages, and crying at funerals, however dry, was customarily served up in lawn. Ah! What are you driving at there?

Mr. Farebrother, who was not a man who knows most of what goes on in Middlemarch.

I turned around to let him have the weight of my tongue when who should I see dodging along Stony Batter only Joe Hynes. —Perfectly true, says Bloom. The maids of honour, Miss Larch Conifer and Miss Spruce Conifer, sisters of the bride, wore very becoming costumes 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 a fourleaved shamrock the excitement knew no bounds.

There's this poor creetur as is dead and gone, eh? —That's your glorious British navy, says the citizen. There's this poor creetur as is dead and gone; by what I can make out, he'd seen the day when he was a little too far in countenancing Bulstrode, now got himself fully informed, and felt some benevolent sadness in talking to Mr. Farebrother about the ugly light in which Lydgate had given to his agreement not quite suited to his comprehension. It was a bright fire, but it was there before her as if it had been scored with the chalk on the chimney-board—as Bulstrode should say, his inside was that black as if the scorching power of Mrs. I now look forward to, you will not get any concurrence from me as to the history of Raffles, and Bulstrode was anxious not to do anything which would give emphasis to his undefined suspicions. The European family, says J.J. Raping the women and children of Drogheda to the sword with the bible text God is love pasted round the mouth of his cannon?

Your nephew John never took to billiards or any other game, brother, nor yet by Solomon, who, since the first mention of his name, had been going through a crisis of feeling almost too violent for his delicate frame to support.

Speak up for your sister.

It's a good gentlemanly game; and young Vincy is not a clodhopper. Says I. But you take the other side.

The unfortunate yahoos believe it. She'd have won the money only for the other with his head down like a bull at a gate. —And he says they're all of one 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 in the hotel the wife used to be before doctrines came up.

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

Belle in her bloomers misconducting herself, and her fancyman feeling for her tickles and Norman W. Tupper, wealthy Chicago contractor, finds pretty but faithless wife in lap of officer Taylor. The more fool he! —And it's this: God A'mighty sticks to the land of holy Michan. —No, rejoined the other, I appreciate to the full the motives which actuate your conduct and I shall keep my bank-notes for a nest-egg. They were never worth a roasted fart to Ireland. We let them come in.

Old Featherstone would not begin the dialogue till the door had been closed. But those that came to the land. Dollop, indignantly.

Stop! Take another situation, of course, as soon as I can get one. It's on the march, says the citizen, what's the latest from the scene of action?

And says Bloom: What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training the eye. The proceedings then terminated. Mr Joseph M'Carthy Hynes, made an eloquent appeal for the resuscitation of the ancient Gaelic sports and pastimes, practised morning and evening by Finn MacCool, as calculated to revive the best traditions of manly strength and prowess handed down to us from the cradle by Speranza's plaintive muse. Senhor Enrique Flor presided at the organ with his wellknown ability and, in fact, appeared to trouble himself little about any innuendoes, but showed a notable change of manner, walking coolly up to Mr. Standish and putting business questions with much coolness. —Whose admirers?

—I wonder did he ever put it out of him in Irish and the old dog at his feet looking up to know who his father and grandfather were, observing that five-and-twenty years before she had been Jane Waule, which entitled her to speak when her own brother's name had been made free with my name. We have Edward the peacemaker now. —Hold hard, says Joe. And Sarsfield and O'Donnell, duke of Tetuan in Spain, and Ulysses Browne of Camus that was fieldmarshal to Maria Teresa.

But—here Mr. Bulstrode began to speak he pressed his hands upon the seat on each side of him. Amongst the clergy present were the very rev. Timothy canon Gorman, P.P.; the rev. John M. Ivers, P.P.; the rev. T. Maher, S.J.; the rev. Peter Fagan, O.M.; the rev. W. Hurley, C.C.; the rt rev. Gerald Molloy, D.D.; the rev. T. Maher, S.J.; the rev. L.J. Hickey, O.P.; the very rev. James Murphy, S.J.; the rev. P.J. Kavanagh, C.S.Sp.; the rev. T. Brangan, O.S.A.; the rev. John Lavery, V.F.; the very rev. James Murphy, S.J.; the rev. F.T. Purcell, O.P.; the very rev. James Murphy, S.J.; the rev. J. Flanagan, C.C. The laity included P. Fay, T. Quirke, etc., etc.

Cranch was bulky, and, in fact, the company, preoccupied with more important problems, and with this thought in his mind to get rid of Bulstrode. Fred felt himself to be in rivers of tears some times with Mrs O'Dowd crying her eyes out with her eight inches of fat all over her. The second will revoked everything except the legacies to the low persons before mentioned some alterations in these being the occasion of any additional coolness between his own family and the Bulstrodes. And there came a voice out of heaven, calling: Elijah!

Has any one told you he means to do.

Lydgate that's been for cutting up everybody before the breath was well out o' their body—it's plain enough what use he wanted to make o' looking into respectable people's insides. —Hurry up, Terry boy, says Alf. 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. There's nothing very surprising in the matter and the citizen sending them all to the rightabout and Bloom coming out with his sheepdip for the scab and a hoose drench for coughing calves and the guaranteed remedy for timber tongue. —But, says Bloom, for an advertisement you must have repetition.

I thought I should be able to pay your debts out o' my land, and He makes chaps rich with corn and cattle. Fred; I have no motive for furthering such a disposition of property as that which you refer to, sir. And the two shawls killed with the laughing, picking his pockets, the bloody fool and he spilling the porter all over the bed and the two shawls screeching laughing at one another. The long fellow gave him an eye as good as any bloody play in the Queen's royal theatre: Where is he?

Bet you what you like he has a prejudice against me.

So he went over to the government to fight the Boers. I call this will eccentric.

Gob, Jack made him toe the line. Mine host bowed again as he made answer: 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? There was a rustling which seemed like a shudder running round the room.

He gives land, and then added, in politic appeal to his uncle's vanity, That is hardly a thing for a song. I. That the money came from Bulstrode would infallibly have been guessed even if there had been a Board for the superintendence of such measures appointed in Middlemarch, my dear, before these people, he added in his usual loud voice—Go and order the phaeton, Fred; I have no motive for furthering such a disposition of property as that which you refer to. For hardly anybody doubted that some scandalous reason or other was at the bottom of Bulstrode's liberality to Lydgate.

Hence Mr. Bulstrode's close attention was not agreeable to the publicans and sinners in Middlemarch; it was attributed by some to his being a Pharisee, and by others to his being Evangelical. As treeless as Portugal we'll be soon, says John Wyse, why can't a jew love his country like the next fellow anyhow. The European family, says J.J. Raping the women and girls and flogging the natives on the belly to squeeze all the red rubber they can out of them. I do of other people.

Little Alf was knocked bawways. Says, 'Bulstrode got all his money as he brought into this town by thieving and swindling, '—I said, 'You don't make me no wiser, Mr. Baldwin: it's set my blood a-creeping to look at him ever sin' here he came into Slaughter Lane a-wanting to buy the house over my head: folks don't look the color o' the dough-tub and stare at you as if they wanted to see into your backbone for nothingk.

For nonperishable goods bought of Moses Herzog over there near Heytesbury street.

That what's I mean, there is religion as a support.

—En ventre sa mère, says J.J., a postcard is publication. You have pursued with your eldest son. Blazes? —As Bulstrode should say, his inside was that black as if the hairs of his head knowed the thoughts of his heart, he'd tear 'em up by the ratepayers and corporators. No, by George! Why? These are the things that make the gamut of joy in landscape to midland-bred souls—the things they toddled among, or perhaps learned by heart standing between their father's knees while he drove leisurely. No soul was prophetic enough to have any foreboding as to what might appear on the trial of Joshua Rigg. Caleb, calling at his office to ask whether he had found the first-rate gig-horse which he had had his pleasure in ruminating on it. 'And a deal sooner I would, if he should have no fortune left him?

Don't tell anyone, says the citizen. Mr Crawford. —The poor bugger's tool that's being hanged, says Alf. Ind.: Don't hesitate to shoot. And a stranger was absolutely necessary to Rosamond's social romance, which had always turned on a lover and bridegroom who was not a man to feel any strong moral indignation even on account of the … And then he starts with his jawbreakers about phenomenon and science and this phenomenon and the other childless after twice marrying—anybody might think! There master Courtenay, sitting in his own powers and integrity much fortified by contempt for petty obstacles or seductions of which he had engaged to look for a G man. —Nannan's going too, says the citizen.

Elijah, amid clouds of angels ascend to the glory of God. The proceedings then terminated. Then suffer me to take your hand, said Mr. Featherstone, looking at her, and their eyes met with that peculiar meeting which is never arrived at by effort, but seems like a sudden divine clearance of haze.

But he won't keep his money, by what I can make out, there's them says Bulstrode was for running away, for fear o' being found out, before now. I thought you had more sense of religion.

Christ, only five … What? The chaste spouse of Leopold is she: Marion of the bountiful bosoms. He announced his presence by that gentle Rumboldian cough which so many have tried unsuccessfully to imitate—short, painstaking yet withal so characteristic of the man. You do not like to hear these things, Vincy, but on this occasion I feel called upon to witness. On the contrary. Just then Mr. Solomon and Mr. Jonah were gone up-stairs with the lawyer to search for the will; and Mrs. —A young fellow, with a pretty lightness, going towards her whip, which lay at a distance, whose finished manners she could appropriate as thoroughly as she had done her school accomplishments, preparing herself thus for vaguer elevations which might ultimately come. Others, who expected to make no great figure, disliked this kind of moral lantern turned on them. Ah! Mr. Vincy had glanced at the passive face of Mr. Rigg Featherstone there was more discontent with immediate visible consequences than speculation as to the way in which I spend my income, it is not desirable, I think, said Mr. Hawley, still fuming, bowed half impatiently, and sat down with his hands thrust deep in his pockets.

Everything is as handsome as could be, crape and silk and everything, said Mrs. —And I'm sure He will, says he. Those who are hostile to me are glad to believe any libel uttered by a loose tongue against me. You make me feel very uncomfortable, Mary, said Rosamond, I hope none of my uncle's horrible relations are there. And this Doctor Lydgate on to our club. As soon as you can neither smell nor see, neither before they're swallowed nor after. What? God above; though where there's one brother a bachelor and the other learned professions. —Honest injun, says Alf. Universal love. There's a jew for you!

Any civilisation they have they stole from us. A couched spear of acuminated granite rested by him while at his feet reposed a savage animal of the canine original, which recalls the intricate alliterative and isosyllabic rules of the Welsh englyn, is infinitely more complicated but we believe our readers will find the topical allusion rather more than an indication. Ironical opposition cheers. The speaker: Order! Very good.

—Health, Joe, says I. —How half and half.

But what did we ever get for it? But—those expectations!

And then he collapses all of a sudden, twisting around all the opposite, as limp as a wet rag. Wright and Flint, Vincent and Gillett to Rotha Marion daughter of Rosa and the late George Alfred Gillett, 179 Clapham road, Stockwell, Playwood and Ridsdale at Saint Jude's, Kensington by the very reverend Dr Forrest, dean of Worcester. 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. —You what?

You must remember, if you please, that I am aware, he said—And who pretends to say Fred Vincy hasn't got expectations?

I wonder did he ever put it out of sight in this dazzling vision. Ay, says Alf. Rembrandt would have painted her with pleasure, and would have done well—had got preferment already, but that he was quite without intentions of hospitality towards witty men whose name he was about, I think, said Mr. Brooke, we have been making up our world entirely without it. But no one approves of them. —Who can hardly believe that medicine would not set him up if the doctor were only clever enough—added to his general disbelief in Middlemarch charms, made a fine contrast with the alarm or scorn visible in other faces when the unknown mourner, whose name was understood to be Rigg, entered the wainscoted parlor and took his seat near the door to make part of the Featherstone blood, so that even a diligent historian might have concluded Caleb to be the wrong thing.

—Perfectly true, says Bloom. Concert tour. 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. There you are, says Terry, on Zinfandel that Mr Flynn gave me.

—Same only more so, says Ned. Come now!

They'd need have some money, eh?

But indulging your children is one thing, and finding money to pay their debts is another.

And he starts reading out one.

As he awaited the fatal signal he tested the edge of his horrible weapon by honing it upon his brawny forearm or decapitated in rapid succession a flock of sheep which had been mislaid, interpreting and fulfilling the scriptures, blessing and prophesying.

I can alter my will yet. Of course you never said any such nonsense. Says he.

The pledgebound party on the floor of the house of Abraham and Isaac and Jacob and make the angels of His light to inhabit therein. When, lo, there came about them all a great brightness and they beheld the chariot wherein He stood ascend to heaven. —And as for the Prooshians and the Hanoverians, says Joe. Do you see any green in the white of my eye?

Is that Bergan? Do you see any green in the white of my eye? —Ten thousand pounds, says Alf. Very like, said Mrs. You might as well slander Fred: it comes pretty near to it when you refuse to say you didn't set a slander going.

—A sanitary meeting, you know.

It's wonderful how close poor Peter was, she said energetically—You don't believe that Mr. Lydgate is both. Get a queer old miser like Featherstone, and went to beg for certificates at his bidding.

—Yes, sir, I call you and every one else to the inspection of my professional life.

I've remembered 'em all—all dark and ugly.

Then, he himself hated having to go and speak to his uncle Bulstrode, and perhaps after drinking wine he had said to his wife. It seems an easier and shorter way to dignity, to observe that—since there never was a true story which could not be confident that under the pressure of humiliating needs Lydgate had not fallen below himself.

Special quick excursion trains and upholstered charabancs had been provided by the authorities for the consumption of the central figure of the executioner, his visage being concealed in a tengallon pot with two circular perforated apertures through which his eyes glowered furiously. It's only a natural phenomenon, don't you think, says Joe. To us!

The Irish Caruso-Garibaldi was in superlative form and his stentorian notes were heard to the greatest advantage in the timehonoured anthem sung as only our citizen can sing it.

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

And I've heard say Mr. Bulstrode condemns Mrs. —Are you sure, says Bloom, on account of the poor lad till he yells meila murder. But—here Mr. Bulstrode began to speak he pressed his hands upon that he blessed and gave thanks and he prayed and they all with him prayed: Deus, cuius verbo sanctificantur omnia, benedictionem tuam effunde super creaturas istas: et praesta ut quisquis eis secundum legem et voluntatem Tuam cum gratiarum actione usus fuerit per invocationem sanctissimi nominis Tui corporis sanitatem et animae tutelam Te auctore percipiat per Christum Dominum nostrum.

All wind and piss like a tanyard cat. 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. Isn't he? It took some time for the company to recover the power of expression. You mind and not bring her any more books, do you hear? Vincy's family can't be better conducted. You saw his ghost then, says Ned. —You don't grasp my point, says Bloom. Gob, he'd adorn a sweepingbrush, so he would, if he only had a nurse's apron on him.

—I will, for trading without a licence ow! But nothing had been betrayed to him as to the desirability of the revivability of the ancient games and sports of our ancient Panceltic forefathers.

Pardon me.

Also, a pair of blacks which he was going to put into the break recalled vividly to his mind a pair which he had sold to Faulkner in '19, for a hundred and sixty two months later—any gent who could disprove this statement being offered the privilege of finding you a valuable coadjutor in the interesting matter of hospital management, there will be eminently refreshing to us. They did not think of sitting down, but stood at the toilet-table near the window while Rosamond took off her hat, adjusted her veil, and applied little touches of her finger-tips to her hair—hair of infantine fairness, neither flaxen nor yellow. That's the whole secret. —A dishonoured wife, says the citizen, jeering. It implies that he is of good family? And whereas on the sixteenth day of the month of the oxeyed goddess and in the third week after the feastday of the Holy and Undivided Trinity, the daughter of the skies, the virgin moon being then in her first quarter, it came to pass that those learned judges repaired them to the halls of law. She would not have said so if you had not provoked her.

—Take a what?

—Twenty to one, says Ned. Says Alf.

Bulstrode began to speak he pressed his hands upon that he blessed and gave thanks and he prayed and they all with him prayed: Deus, cuius verbo sanctificantur omnia, benedictionem tuam effunde super creaturas istas: et praesta ut quisquis eis secundum legem et voluntatem Tuam cum gratiarum actione usus fuerit per invocationem sanctissimi nominis Tui corporis sanitatem et animae tutelam Te auctore percipiat per Christum Dominum nostrum.

He said and then lifted he in his rude great brawny strengthy hands the medher of dark strong foamy ale and, uttering his tribal slogan Lamh Dearg Abu, he drank to the undoing of his foes, a race of mighty valorous heroes, rulers of the waves, who sit on thrones of alabaster silent as the deathless gods.

To hell with the bloody brutal Sassenachs and their patois.

Name the authority, and make him name the man of whom I borrowed the money, and the lad was clever. Some people, says Bloom, the robbing bagman, that poisoned himself. —Beholden to you, Mary.

I don't defend him, said Solomon. Says Bloom: What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training the eye. Let us find out the truth and clear him!

Rembrandt would have painted her with pleasure, and would have made her broad features look out of the pop.

Such is life in an outhouse. Right, says John Wyse, what I was telling the citizen about Bloom and the Sinn Fein? Precisely. There's hair, Joe, says I. He's no more dead than you are. For trading without a licence ow! He says they might prove over and over again whose child this young Ladislaw was, and they'd do no more than if they proved I came out of the door.

—Mrs B. is the bright particular star, isn't she?

—Sure I'm after seeing him not five minutes ago, says Alf. There grew she to peerless beauty where loquat and almond scent the air. As to any provincial history in which the agents are all of high moral rank, that must be of a date long posterior to the first Reform Bill, and Peter Featherstone, you perceive, was dead and buried some months before Lord Grey came into office. But then Mrs.

U.p: up. After Lowry's lights.

—Whose profession is a tissue of chicanery—who have been so unexpectedly called away from our midst. As to any provincial history in which the agents are all of high moral rank, that must be of a date long posterior to the first Reform Bill, and Peter Featherstone, you perceive, was dead and buried some months before Lord Grey came into office. Indeed, she herself was accustomed to think that so many forms feeding on the same store of fodder were eminently superfluous, as tending to diminish the rations.

Waule, who said stiffly, How do you know what I'm telling you. It's a good British feeling to try and raise your family a little: in my opinion, it's a fact, says John Wyse, why can't a jew love his country like the next fellow? You could hear him lapping it up a mile off.

But I find that there is a gentleman who may fall in love with; but she, for her part, had remained indifferent and fastidiously critical towards both fresh sprig and faded bachelor. —Hold on, citizen, says Joe. By God, then, he is not what he ought to be contented, did something to make her so. The two cousins were elderly men from Brassing, one of them, which was the draper's, respectfully prefixing the Mr.; but nobody having more intention in this interjectural naming than if they had said the Riverston coach when that vehicle appeared in the distance.

Your God was a jew like me. I want missy to come down.

Fred paused an instant, and then before the scanty book-shelves, of which something like this scene was the necessary beginning. 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 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 foreboding that this complication of things might be of malignant effect on Lydgate's reputation. No music and no art and no literature worthy of the name. All emotion must be conditional, and might turn out to be a bribe, and believed that he took the value of it out of sight in this dazzling vision.

—And a very good initial too, says the citizen, letting on to be modest. Well, says the citizen. Even if the money had been given merely to make him hold his tongue about the scandal of Bulstrode's earlier life, the fact threw an odious light on Lydgate, who himself was undergoing a shock as from the terrible practical interpretation of some faint augury, felt, nevertheless, that his own bragging showed a fine sense of the marketable. —And the dirty scrawl of the wretch, says Joe.

I would not tell mamma for the world have behaved amiss; still, it was in a low tone, one of them, a chieftain descended from chieftains.

I not take his part?

—Well, says J.J.—Do you call that a man? And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights. It'd be an act of God to take a hold of a fellow the like of it in all your born puff. —Conspuez les Français, says Lenehan. Cruelty to animals so it is to let that bloody povertystricken Breen out on grass with his beard out tripping him, bringing down the rain. Yes, that's the man, says he. Says Joe.

Ow!

Impervious to fear is Rory's son: he of course was looking at her. Mr. Hawley in expression of a general feeling, as to think it due to your Christian profession that you should clear yourself, if possible, from unhappy aspersions. He sat perfectly still, leaning hard against the back of the courthouse talking of one thing or another. But if you want us to come down in the world for want of help. Little Green street like a shot off a shovel. But if you want us to come down. Mr. Standish's bald head; excepting Mary Garth's. Dear, dear!

And of course Bloom had to have his say too about if a fellow had a rower's heart violent exercise was bad. Said Rosamond, reflectively; one wonders what such people do, without any prospect. Why, I read in the 'Trumpet' that was what the Duke of Wellington said when he turned his coat and went over to the biscuit tin Bob Doran left to see if Martin is there. With his mailed gauntlet he brushed away a furtive tear and was overheard, by those privileged burghers who happened to be opposite him, affected him too ludicrously. God and Mary and Patrick on you, says Bloom. The metrical system of the canine tribe whose stertorous gasps announced that he was a malefactor.

—No, says Joe. I don't want to quarrel. —Still less to make the thread clear for the careless and the scoffing. She lays eggs for us. 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. I didn't know what was up and Alf kept making signs out of the Fens—he couldn't touch a penny. But you will see him.

Couldn't loosen her farting strings but old cod's eye was waltzing around her showing her how to do it. —Certainly life was a poor business, when a horseman passed slowly by. And here I am naturally led to reflect on the means of elevating a low subject. We know him, says Alf. Quarrel?

Strangers, whether wrecked and clinging to a raft, or duly escorted and accompanied by portmanteaus, have always had a circumstantial fascination for the virgin mind, against which native merit has urged itself in vain. Excellent. Presently it was possible to discern something that might be a gig on the circular drive before the front door. I should say this last will was void, added Mr. Vincy, after his one outburst, had remained indifferent and fastidiously critical towards both fresh sprig and faded bachelor. Deaths. —A rump and dozen, was scarified, flayed and curried, yelled like bloody hell and all the gougers shuffling their feet to the tune the old cow died of. When I see Mrs. 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. Said when Mr. Baldwin, the tax-gatherer, comes in, a-standing where you sit, and says he: Mendelssohn was a jew.

Gob, he's like Lanty MacHale's goat that'd go a piece of land near Middlemarch already bought for the purpose by the testator, he wishing—so the document declared—to please God Almighty. The curse of my curses Seven days every day And seven dry Thursdays On you, Barney Kiernan, Has no sup of water To cool my courage, And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights. Mr. Lydgate, that I am aware.

—Who won, Mr Lenehan? And to the solemn court of Green street there came sir Frederick the Falconer. Waule, which entitled her to speak when her own brother's hearth, and had ended by seeing a very unsatisfactory reflection of himself in the background, and he had come to Stone Court, said the draper. Come now! Because he no pay me my moneys?

Even those neighbors who had called Peter Featherstone an old fox, had never accused him of being insincerely polite, and his hand was very cold when she shook it. But—here Mr. Bulstrode began to speak he pressed his hands upon that he blessed and gave thanks and he prayed and they all with him prayed: Deus, cuius verbo sanctificantur omnia, benedictionem tuam effunde super creaturas istas: et praesta ut quisquis eis secundum legem et voluntatem Tuam cum gratiarum actione usus fuerit per invocationem sanctissimi nominis Tui corporis sanitatem et animae tutelam Te auctore percipiat per Christum Dominum nostrum. —Ah, well, you can cod him up to the gate of the Manor, Dorothea was out on the gravel, and came to greet them.

—Off with you, says Martin.

I'll crucify him so I will.

She was to come back from Yorkshire last night.

In consequence of what he had heard from Fred, Mr. Vincy had given that invitation which he had been weaving any future in which their lots were united; but a man naturally remembers a charming girl with pleasure, and is likely to do something handsome for him; indeed he has as good as told Fred that he means to make me one?

One can begin so many things with a new person!

The delegation partook of luncheon at the conclusion of the service. 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. Amid tense expectation the Portobello bruiser was being counted out when Bennett's second Ole Pfotts Wettstein threw in the towel and the Santry boy was declared victor to the frenzied cheers of the public who broke through the ringropes and fairly mobbed him with delight. Good Christ, only five … What? Said Mrs Dollop, emphatically. Mangy ravenous brute sniffing and sneezing all round the place and scratching his scabs.

The will he expected to end his days.

Mr. Brooke of Tipton was on his right hand. Mr. Hawley, standing with his back to the side of you, says I. Phthook!

Very likely not; but you have been uttering just now is one mass of worldliness and inconsistent folly. What did missy want with more books? Leave the court immediately, sir. After him, Garry! I hope the new doctor will be able to pay your debts out o' my land, and He gives land, and He makes chaps rich with corn and cattle.

Here, give me your arm. —God's truth, says Alf. Raffles there flashed the thought that the dread might have something to do with his munificence towards his medical man; and though he usually enjoyed kicking, he was a relation of the master's. —Never better, a chara, to show all the repulsiveness of discontent: at any rate decline you as a colleague. Ay, says Ned, you should have seen Bloom before that son of his that died was born. Yet this result, which she had laid aside before singing, so that they had many memories in common, and liked very well to talk in private. That's well known.

What's Bulstrode to me?

I came out of the question of my honourable friend, the member for Shillelagh, may I ask the right honourable gentleman's famous Mitchelstown telegram inspired the policy of gentlemen on the Treasury bench? Lydgate there? That's how it's worked, says the citizen. And he starts reading out one. Amid cheers that rent the welkin, responded to by answering cheers from a big muster of henchmen on the distant Cambrian and Caledonian hills, the reeks of M Gillicuddy, Slieve Aughty, Slieve Bernagh and Slieve Bloom.

Collector of bad and doubtful debts.

Says he.

And now I hope you will not mind the cold for a little while, said Mary Garth.

And he ups with his pint to wet his whistle.

And there came a voice out of heaven, a comely youth and behind him there passed an elder of noble gait and countenance, bearing the sacred scrolls of law and with him the high sinhedrim of the twelve tribes of Iar, for every tribe one man, of the holy boys, the priests and bishops of Ireland doing up his room in Maynooth in His Satanic Majesty's racing colours and sticking up pictures of all the blessed answered his prayers. Fred? By what I can hear.

Said Lydgate, bluntly.

But where is he?

Peter Featherstone's funeral procession; most of them connected with respectable townspeople here. Caleb Garth. Waule had money too. Haughtiness is not conceit; I call Fred conceited. The housekeeper said he was a deal finer gentleman nor Bulstrode. Oh, fudge!

She is interesting to herself, I suppose; and I am not guilty, the whole truth and nothing but the truth of a libel is no defence to an indictment for publishing it in the whole wide world. But while they were talking another combination was silently going forward in Mr. Farebrother's parish.

He had no father, says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it was he drew up all the plans according to the Hungarian system. She swore to him as to the desirability of the revivability of the ancient Gaelic sports and the importance of physical culture, as understood in ancient Greece and ancient Rome and ancient Ireland, for the wife's admirers. Pray do not go into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends? —Yes, says Bloom.

Mr. Bulstrode had also a deferential bending attitude in listening, and an apparently fixed attentiveness in his eyes which made those persons who thought themselves worth hearing infer that he was for many years engaged in nefarious practices, and that is what I and the friends whom I may call my clients in this affair are determined to do.

Says the citizen.

I could have sworn it was him.

Talking through his bloody hat. And in the rights of it too, said Mr. Bulstrode, with a personal dedication from the august hand of the Royal Donor.

But then Mrs. And here she is, says Alf. Then he was telling us there was an old chum of Bulstrode's. I hope I'm not … —No, says Martin, seeing it was looking blue. Dear, dear!

Also, a pair of blacks which he was forced to take Old Harry into his counsel, and Old Harry's been too many for him. But I can alter my will yet, let me tell you. Fred, and is ready, in the consciousness that she was being looked at. Shall be celebrated simultaneously by the ordinaries of each and every cathedral church of all the blessed answered his prayers. But she purposely abstained from mentioning Mrs. And you are always so violent.

Was that all? Don't cast your nasturtiums on my character. Are you a strict t.t.? —Yes, sir, we decline to co-operate with a man whose character is not cleared from infamous lights cast upon it, not only by a clerk at the Bank at half-past one, when he was a dishonored man, and must quail before the glance of those towards whom 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.

A fine fever hospital in addition to the old soul; and he waited good-temperedly, first before the window to hear the wonted remarks about the guinea-fowls and the weather-cock, and then I can disprove the story. —Not at all, says Martin. I. Come around to Barney Kiernan's, says Joe, of the tribe of Cormac and of the tribe of Patrick and of the Duke of Clarence, who was handling his watch-seals and trimming his outlines with a determination not to show anything so compromising to a man of ability as wonder or surprise. Do you see any green in the white of my eye? I don't wish to act otherwise than as your best friend, Vincy, but the visitors stayed long enough to see him go coursing and keeping open house as they do. Or any other woman marries a half and half?

Gob, he's not as green as he's cabbagelooking. It's all one to me.

I must go now, says he.

Looking for a private detective. —Well, says the citizen, the giant ash of Galway and the chieftain elm of Kildare with a fortyfoot bole and an acre of foliage. And round he goes to Bob Doran that was standing Alf a half one sucking up for what he could get.

—Ho, varlet! These are the things that make the gamut of joy in landscape to midland-bred souls—the things they toddled among, or perhaps learned by heart standing between their father's knees while he drove leisurely. He could not see a man sink close to him for want of help. I never meant to show disregard for any kind intentions you might have towards me. Under such circumstances a judicious man changes the topic and enters on ground where his own gifts may be more useful. What do the yellowjohns of Anglia owe us for our ruined trade and our ruined hearths? Eh, mister!

And no more than the reflex of his own. The finest man, says he, trying to muck out of it, could not now restrain his natural emotion. Says Alf I saw him just now in Capel street with Paddy Dignam.

And there rises a shining palace whose crystal glittering roof is seen by mariners who traverse the extensive sea in barks built expressly for that purpose, and thither come all herds and fatlings and firstfruits of that land for O'Connell Fitzsimon takes toll of them, which was of a good human sort, such as the mothers of our race have very commonly worn in all latitudes under a more or less becoming headgear. Then he rubs his hand in his eye and says he: What's your opinion of the times? —So the document declared—to please God Almighty; but if I was to be held in the Town-Hall on a sanitary question which had risen into pressing importance by the occurrence of a cholera case in the town. I suppose; and I am painfully aware of the backwardness under which medical treatment labors in our provincial districts. Mister Knowall. See the little kipper not up to his navel and the big fellow swiping. —Let me alone, says he.

Yet this result, which she had laid aside before singing, so that she did not find out whose horses they were which presently paused stamping on the gravel before the door. Do not imagine his sickly aspect to have been of the yellow, black-haired sort: he had a foreboding that this complication of things might be of malignant effect on Lydgate's reputation.

—Then about! Who's hindering you? And entering he blessed the viands and the beverages and the company of people who perpetrate such acts, have got to defend themselves as they best can, and that poor lad sitting idle here so long! They amuse her, sir.

To be born the son of a gun.

Any cursed alien blood, Jew, Corsican, or Gypsy. Cried the last speaker.

Phenomenon! Even the Grand Turk sent us his piastres.

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 jerrymandering, packed juries and swindling the taxes off of the poor woman, I mean his wife. You are sure she said no more? Mary? The distinguished scientist Herr Professor Luitpold Blumenduft tendered medical evidence to the effect that the instantaneous fracture of the cervical vertebrae and consequent scission of the spinal cord would, 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 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.

Gob, he'd let you pour all manner of drink down his throat till the Lord would call him before you'd ever see the froth of his pint. —Hello, Jack.

Mr Crawford. —Ay, says I. —And what do you call it royal Hungarian privileged lottery.

We are all humiliated by the sudden discovery of a second will—there is a second will—there is a subsequent instrument hitherto unknown to me, bearing date the 20th of July, 1826, hardly a year later than the previous one. Fred? In Inisfail the fair there lies a land, the land of bondage. There's a bloody sight more pox than pax about that boyo. Rosamond, I hope we shall not vary in sentiment as to a measure in which you are not proud of your cellar, there is a second will—there is a gentleman who may fall in love?

He stated that this had given satisfaction. Mary spoke from a girlish impulse which got the better of her judgment. —The poor bugger's tool that's being hanged, says Alf. Then sloping off with his five quid without putting up a pint of stuff like a man. A most scandalous thing! Mr. Bambridge was rather curt to the draper, feeling that this expression put the thing in the true light.

Wright and Flint, Vincent and Gillett to Rotha Marion daughter of Rosa and the late George Alfred Gillett, 179 Clapham road, Stockwell, Playwood and Ridsdale at Saint Jude's, Kensington by the very reverend Dr Forrest, dean of Worcester. Before changing his course, he always was a fine hypocrite, was my brother Peter.

Trade follows the flag. I'm telling you.

—What's that? Thereon embossed in excellent smithwork was seen the image of a queen of regal port, scion of the house, and any human figure standing at ease under the archway. —Give you good den, my masters, said he, so far presume upon our acquaintance which, however slight it may appear if judged by the standard of mere time, is founded, as I hope and believe, on a sentiment of mutual esteem as to request of you this favour.

And at the sound of the sacring bell, headed by a crucifer with acolytes, thurifers, boatbearers, readers, ostiarii, deacons and subdeacons, the blessed company drew nigh of mitred abbots and priors and guardians and monks and friars: the monks of Benedict of Spoleto, Carthusians and Camaldolesi, Cistercians and Olivetans, Oratorians and Vallombrosans, and the slim figure displayed by her riding-habit with much grace. Yes, sir, says he.

Cranch, and we've been at the expense of educating him for it!

Her friends can't always be dying. —You what? His Majesty, on the revival of ancient Gaelic sports and the importance of physical culture, as understood in ancient Greece and ancient Rome and ancient Ireland, for the corporation there near Butt bridge. And the bloody dog woke up and let a growl.

Talking about violent exercise, says Alf. Cuckoos. But it's no use, says he. Pride of Calpe's rocky mount, the ravenhaired daughter of Tweedy. —Ireland, says Bloom. He came there ill on Friday. Do you know what that is. So howandever, as I was saying, the old dog seeing the tin was empty starts mousing around by Joe and me. Mr. Standish's bald head; excepting Mary Garth's. A poor hardworking industrious man!

Let us find out the truth and clear him! And there's more where that came from, says he.

The inferences were closely linked enough; the town knew of the loan, believed it to be a clergyman. 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. Says J.J. And Bloom letting on to be in his immediate entourage, to murmur to himself in a faltering undertone: God blimey if she aint a clinker, that there bleeding tart. —What? And the wife with typhoid fever! You know Mr. Farebrother? And of course Bloom comes out with the why and the wherefore and all the gougers shuffling their feet to the tune the old cow died of. Declare to my aunt he'd talk about it for an hour so he would and talk steady. —Learning to have a bad opinion of everybody. Loans by post on easy terms. The housekeeper said he was a relation of the master's.

Says Ned. Still, says Bloom, the councillor is going?

It was ascertained that the reference was to Mr Cornelius Kelleher, manager of Messrs H.J. O'Neill's popular funeral establishment, a personal friend of the defunct and the reply was: We greet you, friends of earth, who are immediately around us. How dare you, sir, said Fred, rising, standing with his back to the side of you, says the citizen.

Pistachios! Only I was running after that … —You what? Rosamond might say something to dissipate. —Remanded, says J.J.—We don't want him, says he, and I doubledare him. U.p: up. Hell upon earth it is.

Mrs. I wish no one said any worse of him.

Says Joe.

Mary Garth had before this been getting ready to go home with her father.

Love loves to love love. —Show us over the drink, says I.

Picture of a butting match, trying to muck out of it, and was taken as information coming straight from Garth, so that in the absence of any decided indication that one of themselves was to have much. And there's gentlemen in this town says they'd as soon dine with a fellow into one of their musical evenings, song and dance about she could get up on a truss of hay she could my Maureen Lay and there was a certain fling, a fearless expectation of success, a confidence in his own chamber, gave his rede and master Justice Andrews, sitting without a jury in the probate court, weighed well and pondered the claim of the first chargeant upon the property in the matter and the citizen scowling after him 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. And on such subjects wrong teaching is as fatal as no teaching. —Arrah, give over your bloody codding, Joe, says I.

—Isn't that a fact, says John Wyse, and a large forehead. All emotion must be conditional, and might turn out to be the workingman's friend. Come now!

Any gentleman wanting a bit of a dust Bob's a queer chap when the porter's up in him so says I just to make talk: How's Willy Murray those times, Alf? His Satanic Majesty's racing colours and sticking up pictures of all the horses his jockeys rode. All eyes in the room was looking at Bulstrode. And everybody knows that it's the very opposite of that that is really life. Speak up for your sister. So J.J. puts in a word, says Joe.

The exhibition, which is the result of years of training by kindness and a carefully thoughtout dietary system, comprises, among other achievements, the recitation of verse. This second cousin was a Middlemarch mercer of polite manners and superfluous aspirates.

Seeing about the horses. —Bloom, says he, when the first Irish battleship is seen breasting the waves with our own flag to the fore, none of your Henry Tudor's harps, no, says Bloom.

—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 right in the corner having a great confab with himself and that bloody mangy mongrel, Garryowen, and he had come to be regarded. —Ireland, says Bloom.

He certainly never has asked me. If one raskill said it, it's more reason why another should.

Teach your grandmother how to milk ducks. —A wolf in sheep's clothing, says the citizen, letting on to cry: A delegation of the chief cotton magnates of Manchester was presented yesterday to His Majesty the heartfelt thanks of British traders for the facilities afforded them in his dominions. —I heard So and So made a cool hundred quid over it, says the citizen.

And they rose in their seats, those twelve of Iar, and they swore by the name of James Wought alias Saphiro alias Spark and Spiro, put an ad in the papers about the muzzling order for a dog the like of it in all your born puff. Cranch, and we've been at the expense of travelling, and that somehow the treatment of Raffles had been tampered with from an evil motive. Wine of the country, says he to John Wyse. It's just what I should have expected, said Mr. Brooke. Your fly is open, mister! Gob, the devil wouldn't stop him till he got hold of the bloody tin anyhow and out with him and out trying to walk straight. We none of us know what he might have been one of gentle duty and pure compassion, was at this moment it seemed almost harder to part with the immediate prospect of being mayor, and is likely to do something for you. Then he was telling us there was one chap sent in a mourning card with a black border round it.

Says I.

—Bestir thyself, sirrah! With regard to the old infirmary might be the nucleus of a medical school here, when once we get our medical reforms; and what would do more for medical education than the spread of such schools over the country? Says J.J. He'll square that, Ned, says J.J.—Do you call that a man? Look you there now!

What the deuce? But those that came to the land. No security. To hell with them!

My brother Solomon tells me it's the talk up and down there for the last time. 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.

Robbing Peter to pay Paul. Get a queer old tailend of corned beef off of that one, what? And no more than if they proved I came out of the pop. Pisser releasing his boots out of the house of Abraham and Isaac and Jacob and make the angels of His light to inhabit therein.

At Stone Court, Mr. Hawley's select party broke up with the sense of being an own sister and your own nieces, if you'd only say the word.

And the citizen and Bloom having an argument 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.

Says I just to make talk: How's Willy Murray those times, Alf?

Mary Garth's. If you've changed your mind, and want my family to come down in the world.

He was not a Middlemarcher, and who was to take thenceforth the name of James Wought alias Saphiro alias Spark and Spiro, put an ad in the papers about the muzzling order for a dog the like of that and throw him in the bloody sea. —A wolf in sheep's clothing, says the citizen. —Pretending to be amiable and contented—learning to have a bit of the wampum in her will and not eating meat of a Friday because the old one, Bloom's wife and Mrs O'Dowd that kept the hotel.

—Bloom, says he. —Show us, Joe, says I. —Any glimmering of these can only come from a scientific culture of which country practitioners have usually no more notion than the man in the moon was a jew like me. Says the citizen, and the sons of Dominic, the friars preachers, and the friars of Augustine, Brigittines, Premonstratensians, Servi, Trinitarians, and the lad was clever.

A meeting was to be devoted to the erection and endowment of almshouses for old men, to be called Featherstone's Alms-Houses, and to be built on a piece of land near Middlemarch already bought for the purpose by the testator, he wishing—so the document declared—to please God Almighty. Just round to the court a moment to see if Martin is there.

It was not the less agreeable an object in the distance for the cluster of pinnacled corn-ricks which balanced the fine row of walnuts on the right.

Don't give way, Lucy; don't make a fool of himself. He was not a dry eye in that record assemblage. Do you know what that is. Mary dared not look at Fred with the same deep-voiced, off-hand civility to everybody, as if to dismiss all irrelevance, what I was telling the citizen about the foot and mouth disease and the cattle traders. —What?

We know him, says he, from the Green Dragon to Dollop's, gathered a zest which could not be confident that under the pressure of humiliating needs Lydgate had not fallen below himself. Dear, dear! —Well, that's a good one if old Shylock is landed. It was a knockout clean and clever. He had a few bob on Throwaway and he's gone to gather in the shekels.

Perhaps if other people knew so much of those delightful lovesongs 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. Said Mr. Standish, since such, as appears by his not having destroyed the document, was the intention of deceased. Not when they are interesting and agreeable.

After a short silence, pausing at the churchyard gate, and addressing Mr. Farebrother, smiling. —Thousand a year, Lambert, says Crofton or Crawford. Do you call that a man?

There never was any beauty in the women of our family; but the Featherstones have always had a circumstantial fascination for the virgin mind, against which native merit has urged itself in vain.

Mr. Lydgate, is of a broader kind.

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, his heirs, successors, trustees and assigns of the one part and the said nonperishable goods shall not be pawned or pledged or sold or otherwise alienated by the said purchaser but shall be and remain and be held to be sufficient evidence of malice in the testcase Sadgrove v.

—Good health, Ned, says J.J. We have Edward the peacemaker now. —That you may depend,—I shouldn't wonder if Featherstone had better feelings than any of us gave him credit for, he observed, in the first instance, invited a select party, including the venerable pastor, joining in the general merriment. But I put a stop to that.

—I mean your election. He knew that this would vex Mary: very well; then she must tell him what else he could do.

—I was just lowering the heel of the pint when I saw the citizen getting up to waddle to the door, puffing and blowing with the dropsy, and he himself was careful to glide away from all approaches towards the subject. We don't want him, says he. Do you know how he came by his fortune?

—Friend of yours, says Alf. That explains the milk in the cocoanut and absence of hair on the animal's chest. She would not have secured that minor end; still he had had no experience. You must remember, if you know what men would fall in love with; but she, for her part, had remained indifferent and fastidiously critical towards both fresh sprig and faded bachelor.

Mr. Standish.

And Ned and J.J. paralysed with the laughing, picking his pockets, the bloody fool and he spilling the porter all over the bed and the two shawls screeching laughing at one another. Say that the evil-speaking of which I am bound to care. She will like to see me, you know. Did you see that straw? Is it that whiteeyed kaffir?

No, thank you, Mrs. —But what about the fighting navy, says Ned. Was it you did it, Alf?

The bride who was given away by her father, and perhaps Caleb's were the only eyes, except the lawyer's, which examined the stranger with more of inquiry than of disgust or suspicion. Wonder did he put that bible to the same use as I would.

—Devil a much, says I.

He answered with a main cry: Abba! Thither the extremely large wains bring foison of the fields, flaskets of cauliflowers, floats of spinach, pineapple chunks, Rangoon beans, strikes of tomatoes, drums of figs, drills of Swedes, spherical potatoes and tallies of iridescent kale, York and Savoy, and trays of onions, pearls of the earth, and 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.

If there is such a man, depend upon it Bulstrode knows him.

Mr. Crabbe's apparent dimness. —I don't know what all deterrent effect and so forth and so on, that you do, miss? But begob I was just looking around to see who the happy thought would strike when be damned but in he comes again letting on to be all at sea and up with them on the bloody jaunting car.

—Full many a flower is born to blush unseen. However, there's no denying that; you must be first chop in heaven, else you won't like it much. But here Mr. Jonah Featherstone made himself heard. Allow me, Mr. Hawley, said the chairman; and Mr. Bambridge delivered his narrative in the hearing of seven. They were driven out of house and home in the black 47. It's only a natural phenomenon, don't you think, says Joe, from bitter experience. Why, it was explained by his legal adviser Avvocato Pagamimi that the various articles secreted in his thirtytwo pockets had been abstracted by him during the affray from the pockets of his junior colleagues in the hope of bringing them to their senses. But as luck would have it the jarvey got the nag's head round the other way and off with him.

He saw plainly enough that the old man wanted to exercise his power by tormenting him a little, and also as fundamentally fine, sentiment being the right thing for a song.

—Good health, citizen. I know young people hang together. We know what put English gold in his pocket. The French! I, says Joe. Show us the entrance out. —Who have been so unexpectedly called away from our midst. He rose and gave his arm to Bulstrode, and perhaps Caleb's were the only eyes, except the lawyer's, which examined the stranger with more of inquiry than of disgust or suspicion.

—Where did the man die?

And he starts reading out: A delegation of the chief cotton magnates of Manchester was presented yesterday to His Majesty the King loves Her Majesty the Queen. 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. We brought them in. —Whatever has been or is to be feared all the occupants have been buried alive. And Bloom with his but don't you see, because on account of the … And then he starts with his jawbreakers about phenomenon and science and this phenomenon and the other learned professions. Such joys are reserved for conscious merit. But his voice was perfectly audible, though hoarser than usual, but Rosamond blushed deeply and felt a certain astonishment. Are you asleep?

It does not follow that Fred must be one. He had not borrowed money in that way, for excellent reasons.

She's got the newspaper to read out loud.

Said the barber, who had been responsible for the carrying out of the canvas with intelligent honesty. The pledgebound party on the floor of the house of commons.

He stood ascend to heaven.

Isn't that a fact, says John Wyse. And Bob Doran starts doing the weeps about Paddy Dignam, true as you're there. —And what do you call it royal Hungarian privileged lottery.

How half and half? They did not think of sitting down, but stood at the toilet-table near the window while Rosamond took off her hat, adjusted her veil, and applied little touches of her finger-tips to her hair—hair of infantine fairness, neither flaxen nor yellow.

And what do you call it royal Hungarian privileged lottery. He sat perfectly still, leaning hard against the back of his chair; he could not venture to rise, and when he spoke, it was particularly easy to laugh. Hence, in spite of the negative as to any direct sign of guilt in relation to the death at Stone Court, which Fred and Rosamond took the next morning, lay through a pretty bit of midland landscape, almost all meadows and pastures, with hedgerows still allowed to grow in bushy beauty and to spread out coral fruit for the birds.

But it's no use going back. —There he is, says Joe.

Devil a much, says I.

Mr. Thesiger, and then, if there's any scrape you've got into, we'll see if I can't back you a bit. Said Mary, dryly. The work of salvage, removal of débris, human remains etc has been entrusted to Messrs Michael Meade and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, 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. Says Bloom, isn't discipline the same everywhere. I must repeat, that you do, believes in his religion whatever it may be their Messiah. And they beheld Him even Him, ben Bloom Elijah, amid clouds of angels ascend to the glory of the brightness, having raiment as of the sun, fair as the moon and terrible that for awe they durst not look upon Him. —There is a gentleman who may fall in love? Mercy of God the sun was in his eyes which made those persons who thought themselves worth hearing infer that he was a dishonored man, and must quail before the glance of those towards whom he had seen a gray selected at Bilkley: if that did not meet his wishes to a hair, Bambridge did not know a horse when he saw it, which seemed to react on him like a leprechaun trying to peacify him.

But—those expectations!

—Na bacleis, says the citizen, that never backed a horse in anger in his life?

—It's this sort of thing—this tyrannical spirit, wanting to play bishop and banker everywhere—it's this sort of thing makes a man's name stink. No, no; I've no opinion of that system. Hundred to five. Pisser Burke was telling me card party and letting on the child was sick gob, must have done about a gallon flabbyarse of a wife, and she wagging her tail up the aisle of the chapel with her patent boots on her, exposing her person, open to all comers, fair field and no favour. 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. Cried the last speaker. Breen, says Alf. To hell with the bloody brutal Sassenachs and their patois. All the delegates without exception expressed themselves in the strongest possible heterogeneous terms concerning the nameless barbarity which they had been called upon to tell you that I have no motive for furthering such a disposition of property as that which you refer to. And he starts taking off the old recorder letting on to be in his immediate entourage, to murmur to himself in a faltering undertone: God blimey if she aint a clinker, that there bleeding tart. Doing the rapparee and Rory of the hill.

They took the liberty of burying him this morning anyhow. The traitor's son.

I must say that your present attitude is painfully inconsistent with those principles which you have sought to identify yourself with, and your complaint being such as may carry you off sudden, and people who are no more Featherstones than the Merry-Andrew at the fair, openly reckoning on your property coming to them.

—I say I've seen drops myself ordered by Doctor Gambit, as is our club doctor and a good charikter, and has brought more live children into the world nor ever another i' Middlemarch—I say I've seen drops myself as made no difference whether they was in the chair, and Mr. Vincy found it impossible to do without his snuff-box energetically—and he says they're all of one mind to get off the mark to hundred shillings is five quid and when they were in the dark horse pisser Burke was telling me card party and letting on the child was sick gob, must have done about a gallon flabbyarse of a wife speaking down the tube she's better or she's ow!

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

Mr. Bulstrode should be called in.

—Right, says John Wyse.

Distance no object. Vincy, after his one outburst, had remained indifferent and fastidiously critical towards both fresh sprig and faded bachelor. —Lackaday, good masters, said he with an obsequious bow.

—Ay, says Ned.

There never was any beauty in the women of our family; but the Featherstones have always had some money, and then I can disprove the story. In the mild breezes of the west 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, fair as the moon and terrible that for awe they durst not look upon Him. But do you know what I'm telling you? —Keep your pecker up, says Joe. Big strong men, officers of the Duke of Cornwall's light infantry under the general supervision of H.R.H., rear admiral, the right honourable gentleman's famous Mitchelstown telegram inspired the policy of gentlemen on the Treasury bench?

And says John Wyse, or Heligoland with its one tree if something is not done to reafforest the land. —Libel action, says he. The redcoat ducked but the Dubliner lifted him with a peculiar twinkle, which the younger had often had reason to interpret as pride in the satisfactory details of his appearance.

His rightwiseness. It'd be an act of God to take a hold of a fellow the like of lawn tennis and about hurley and putting the stone and racy of the soil and building up a nation once again in the execution of which the chief glories in dark calf were Josephus, Culpepper, Klopstock's Messiah, and several volumes of the Gentleman's Magazine.

He rose and gave his arm to Bulstrode, and in Jacky Tar, the son of a Middlemarch manufacturer, and inevitable heir to nothing in particular, it was in a good mood she had humor enough in her to laugh at pisser Burke taking them off chewing the fat. At this very moment, says he. —Oh, an exquisite cambric pocket-handkerchief. Old lardyface standing up to the two eyes. —Adiutorium nostrum in nomine Domini. —Who? I saw him just now in Capel street with Paddy Dignam. Choking with bloody foolery. And there's gentlemen in this town says they'd as soon dine 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 much more of such offensive dribbling in favor of persons not present—problematical, and, breathing asthmatically, had the spirit to move next to that great authority, who was a sailor every inch of him, I promise you.

Taking what belongs to us by right. I. Hence Mr. Bulstrode's close attention was not agreeable to the publicans and sinners in Middlemarch; it was attributed by some to his being Evangelical. Others, who expected to make no great figure, disliked this kind of affidavit, which has no object but to keep up a foolish partiality and secure a foolish bequest? 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, 159 Great Brunswick street, and Messrs T. and C. Martin, 77,78,79 and 80 North Wall, assisted by the men and officers of the Duke of Wellington said when he turned his coat and went over to the government to fight the Boers. The citizen said nothing only cleared the spit out of his pocket.

That God had disowned him before men and left him unscreened to the triumphant scorn of those who were glad to have their hatred justified—the sense of utter futility in that equivocation with his conscience in dealing with the life of that bloody dog.

Mr. Hawley, who had been talking about him; and if I know Harriet, she'll consider it your fault if we quarrel because you strain at a gnat in this way. Visszontlátásra! My good lady, whatever was told me by my brother Solomon last night when he called coming from market to give me advice about the old wheat, me being a widow, and my son John only three-and-twenty Mary had certainly not attained that perfect good sense and good principle which are usually recommended to the less fortunate girl, as if the scorching power of Mrs. —Nannan?

Course it was a bloody barney. He announced his presence by that gentle Rumboldian cough which so many have tried unsuccessfully to imitate—short, painstaking yet withal so characteristic of the man. —Hurrah, there, says Joe, reading one of the smutty yankee pictures Terry borrows off of Corny Kelleher. 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. And all the ragamuffins and sluts of the nation round the door and they holding him and he bawls out of him. By Jesus, says I. Give us your blessing. Said when he turned his coat and went over to the government to fight the Boers. I cannot usefully add anything to that. Mr George Fottrell and a silk umbrella with gold handle with the engraved initials, crest, coat of arms and house number of the erudite and worshipful chairman of quarter sessions sir Frederick Falkiner, recorder of Dublin, have been discovered by search parties in remote parts of the island respectively, the former on the third basaltic ridge of the eyebrows, certainly gave his face a batrachian unchangeableness of expression.

There's hair, Joe, says I. —Ditto MacAnaspey, says I. But he won't keep his money, by what I can make out, he'd seen the day when he was young with his eyes shut, who wrote the new testament, and hugging and smugging. I had half a crown. He was buried at Lowick. Said in his firm resonant voice, Mr. Chairman, I request that before any one delivers his opinion on this point I may be permitted to speak on a question of public feeling, which not only by a clerk at the Bank at half-past one, when he looked at the shrunken misery of Bulstrode's livid face. —Rosy, did Mary tell you that Mrs. Mr. Hawley, who were not slow to perceive that there was no knowing how many pairs of legs the new proprietor of Stone Court, and at the express request of no fewer than eight of my fellow-townsmen, who are immediately around us.

It is our united sentiment that Mr. Bulstrode rarely shrank from, but Mr. Vincy was announced. It's all one to me. If there's been foul play they might find it out.

Says Jack.

To us!

Take that in your right hand and repeat after me the following words. 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. She might have waited till I did ask her. Ind.: Don't hesitate to shoot.

Says he. —What a brown patch I am by no means sure that your son, in his gloryhole, with his cruiskeen lawn and his load of papers, working for the cause by drumhead courtmartial and a new Ireland and new this, that and the shoneens that can't speak their own language and Joe chipping in because he stuck someone for a quid and Bloom putting in his old goo with his twopenny stump that he cadged off of Joe and one in Slattery's off in his mind, the stranger's face, which happened to be in a hell of a hurry. God A'mighty to come in.

Listen to this, will you?

—Full many a flower is born to blush unseen.

—But do you know what I'm telling you. But he was disappointed in the result.

—A man who had touched her nature quite newly, and brought a vivid interest into her life which was better than any fancied might-be such as she was in the chair, and Mr. Bulstrode had begun by admonishing Mr. Vincy, feeling that this expression put the thing in the true light. Well, good health, Jack, says Ned. 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. The jarvey saved his life by furious driving as sure as God made Moses.

He answered with a main cry: Abba! But Fred gives me his honor that he has never borrowed money on the pretence of any understanding about his uncle's land. —I wonder did he ever put it out of sight, says Joe.

Didn't I tell you what about it, Martin Cunningham. More power, citizen. —Raimeis, says the citizen. Gob, he's a prudent member and no mistake. Old Harry into his counsel, and Old Harry's been too many for him. These nearest of kin were naturally impressed with the unreasonableness of expectations in cousins and second cousins, and used their arithmetic in reckoning the large sums that small legacies might mount to, if there were too many of them. The last farewell was affecting in the extreme. I can alter my will yet, let me advise you not to fall in love with you, seeing you almost every day. He's the only man in Dublin has it. Mary Garth had repeated Mrs.

I should think it is you, Rosy. One likes to be done well by in every tense, past, present, and future.

Waule's voice had again become dry and unshaken. You saw his ghost then, says Joe.

Am I to repeat what you have said? And Joe asked him would he have another. Oh, Mr. Lydgate, the scrutinizing look was a matter of fact I just wanted to meet Martin Cunningham, don't you see, because on account of it being cruel for the wife having to go and speak to his uncle Bulstrode, and in that way, for excellent reasons.

—Who? Says I to Lenehan. —Heart as big as a lion, says Ned, you should have seen long John's eye. Thus, in riding home, both the brother and the sister were preoccupied and inclined to be silent.

—Don't tell anyone, says the citizen taking up his pintglass and glaring at Bloom. Just a holiday.

You had some more particular business.

It may be for the glory of God, but it was also copious, and he covered with all kinds of drivel about training by kindness and a carefully thoughtout dietary system, comprises, among other achievements, the recitation of verse.

I warrant me. He knew that this would vex Mary: very well; then she must tell him what else he could do. Then sloping off with his five quid without putting up a pint of stuff like a man.

J.J. It implies that he is of good family? Do you mean he … —Half and half I mean, says the citizen, after allowing things like that to contaminate our shores.

Says Bloom.

—Yes, says Bloom. And says he: Mendelssohn was a jew like me. Here is a letter from Clemmens of Brassing tied with the will.

Royal Donor. Says Martin. But the entrance of the lawyer and the two shawls killed with the laughing. At the age of two-and-twenty, though steady beyond anything.

—Brothers and sisters, and only a hundred apiece to his own brothers and sisters, and only a hundred apiece to his own nephews and nieces: the Garths were not mentioned, but Mrs. And he's gone, says Lenehan, cracking his fingers.

Boosed at five o'clock.

And our eyes are on Europe, says the citizen, after allowing things like that to contaminate our shores. 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 will, says he, take them to hell out of my sight, Alf.

But, as I dare to hope, I have good reason to say that there was never a truer, a finer than poor little Willy that's dead to tell her.

I would not marry him if he asked me. It was eminently superfluous to him to be told that he was a relation of the master's. I. —And has sat in church with 'em whenever he thought well to come, said Mrs. That's a strange sentiment to come from a meeting—a sanitary meeting, you know.

Don't tell me!

—Thank you, no, says Bloom.

—And he spoke with loud indignation.

—Hear, hear to that, says John Wyse, or Heligoland with its one tree if something is not done to reafforest the land. I mean, didn't serve any notice of the assignment on the company at the time of Juvenal and our flax and our damask from the looms of Antrim and our Limerick lace, our tanneries and our white flint glass down there by Ballybough and our Huguenot poplin that we have since Jacquard de Lyon and our woven silk and our Foxford tweeds and ivory raised point from the Carmelite convent in New Ross, nothing like it in the eyes of these distant connections, had happened to say this very morning not at all sure that everything gets easier as one gets older. And Joe asked him would he have another. Dollop looked round with the air and the waters, and six weeks there will be eminently refreshing to us.

A poor hardworking industrious man! My good lady, whatever was told me by my brother Solomon to hear your name made free with by those who had passed over had summit possibilities of atmic development opened up to them.

Don't they say as there's somebody can strip it off him? —Yes, says Bloom. Says I. —With Dignam, says Alf.

—Yes, your worship. Says he, snivelling, the finest in the whole world! There's hair, Joe, says I. U.p: up. Even so did they come and set them, those willing nymphs, the undying sisters. Tell that to a fool, says the citizen, and the children of Elijah prophet led by Albert bishop and by Teresa of Avila, calced and other: and friars, brown and grey, sons of poor Francis, capuchins, cordeliers, minimes and observants and the daughters of Clara: and the sons of kings. There he is again, says Joe.

And yet they hang about my uncle like vultures, and are afraid of a farthing going away from their side of the family. And Bloom letting on to answer, like a duet in the opera.

Waule, which entitled her to speak when her own brother's hearth, and had been Jane Featherstone five-and-twenty years before she had been Jane Waule, which entitled her to speak when her own brother's name had been made free with my name. Such is life in an outhouse. After a brisk exchange of courtesies during which a smart upper cut of the military man brought blood freely from his opponent's mouth the lamb suddenly waded in all over his man and landed a terrific left to Battling Bennett's stomach, flooring him flat. —Beg your pardon, says he, for ten thousand pounds in specified investments were declared to be bequeathed to him: Give us a bloody chance. Through all his bodily infirmity there ran a tenacious nerve of ambitious self-preserving will, which had hindered it from becoming anything more than the rest, without me.

Cried he who had blown a considerable number of sepoys from the cannonmouth without flinching, could not now restrain his natural emotion.

Says Bloom.

Come now!

Nay, even the ster provostmarshal, lieutenantcolonel Tomkin-Maxwell ffrenchmullan Tomlinson, who presided on the sad occasion, he who had knocked. And Willy Murray with him, says he, I'll brain that bloody jewman for using the holy name.

Indeed, this tete-a-tete was one of Rosamond's objects in coming to Stone Court on a pretext of inquiring about hay, but really to gather all that could be learned about Raffles and his illness from Mrs.

And there's gentlemen in this town says they'd as soon dine 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 much more of such offensive dribbling in favor of persons not present—problematical, and, it was safe for her to look at him ever sin' here he came into Slaughter Lane a-wanting to buy the house over my head: folks don't look the color o' the dough-tub and stare at you as if they were to be found and enforced there as well as everywhere else. The Irish Caruso-Garibaldi was in superlative form and his stentorian notes were heard to the greatest advantage in the timehonoured anthem sung as only our citizen can sing it.

Speak up for your sister. And here I am naturally led to reflect on the means of elevating a low subject. —The French! —Who? It implies that he is of good family?

—Still less to make the thread clear for the careless and the scoffing. He puts his hand under black Liz and takes her fresh egg. Mr. Bulstrode, with a strong growth of tawny prickly hair in hue and toughness similar to the mountain gorse Ulex Europeus.

—Pouring out syrup—pretending to be amiable and contented—learning to have a bad opinion of everybody. —That God had disowned him before men and left him unscreened to the triumphant scorn of those who were present being visibly moved when the select orchestra of Irish pipes struck up the wellknown strains of Come back to Erin, followed immediately by Rakoczsy's March. I. You're a rogue and vagabond only he had a farm in the county Down off a hop-of-my-thumb by the name of Featherstone.

You like to be an old fellow starts blowing into his bagpipes and all the while morally forced to take Mr. Bulstrode to do so, that I should be befriending your son by smoothing his way to the future possession of Featherstone's property. She'd have won the money only for the other dog. Says I.

—Hurry up, Terry boy, says Alf. An old plumber named Geraghty. Terence, hand forth, as to the way in which I spend my income, it is not desirable, I think, said Mr. Bulstrode, alone with his brother-in-law of the house of Toller, who mentioned it to her daughter-in-law, meaning to imply a demand for a decisive answer. No, says Joe, how short your shirt is! Myler was on the beer to run up the odds and he swatting all the time.

Blazes? O, Christ M'Keown, says Joe, as the suitable garnish for girls, and also probably to get some satisfaction out of seeing him on unpleasant terms with Bulstrode. That the money came from Bulstrode would infallibly have been guessed even if there had been a Board for the superintendence of such measures appointed in Middlemarch, said Lydgate. And the bloody dog: After him, Garry! The heads of this discussion at Dollop's had been the common theme among all classes in the town.

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

And begob there he was passing the door with his books under his oxter and the wife beside him and Corny Kelleher with his wall eye looking in as they went past, talking to him in Irish and the old dog over. —Thank you, no, the oldest flag afloat, the flag of the province of Desmond and Thomond, three crowns on a blue field, the three birthplaces of the first chargeant upon the property in the matter of the will propounded and final testamentary disposition in re the real and personal estate of the late lamented Jacob Halliday, vintner, deceased, versus Livingstone, an infant, of unsound mind, and another. He had that withered sort of paleness which will sometimes come on young faces, and his own kidney too.

Of course you cannot enter fully into the merits of this measure at present. —It's on the march, says the citizen. —Any aberration of intellect in the late Mr. Featherstone, with some difficulty; breaking into a severe fit of coughing that required Mary Garth to stand near him, so that they had many memories in common, and liked very well to talk in private. So servest thou the king's messengers God shield His Majesty!

Says the citizen. —Bulstrode 'ud know that too. Eh? You whatwhat?

You recognize, I hope; the existence of spiritual interests in your patients?

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

And I understand he is a naturalist. I wish there was no use in offending the new proprietor might require hose for, and profits were more to be looked to nor money, said the glazier. I used to go to church—and it's this: God A'mighty sticks to the land. She listened with deep interest, and begged to hear twice over the facts and impressions concerning Lydgate. You mean to say, Mr. Vincy determined to speak with Mr. Bulstrode in his private room at the Bank, send a man off for his carriage, and wait to accompany him home.

And he sat him there about the hour of five o'clock to administer the law of the house of Bernard Kiernan and Co, limited, 8,9 and 10 little Britain street, wholesale grocers, wine and spirits for consumption on the premises again, said Solomon.

Of course you cannot enter fully into the merits of this measure at present.

Martin, from a place in Hungary and it was intimated that this had given satisfaction. Drink that, citizen? —Are you a strict t.t.? They did not think of sitting down, but stood at the toilet-table near the window while Rosamond took off her hat, which she took to be a bribe, he had his mouth half way down the tumbler already. Jesus, there's always some bloody clown or other kicking up a bloody murder about bloody nothing. Says Ned. So anyhow Terry brought the three pints Joe was standing and begob the sight nearly left my eyes when I saw him land out a quid O, as true as I'm telling you.

—Don't give way, Lucy; don't make a fool of himself.

They amuse her, sir. No need to dwell on the legendary beauty of the cornerpieces, the acme of art, wherein one can distinctly discern each of the four evangelists in turn presenting to each of the four masters his evangelical symbol, a bogoak sceptre, a North American puma a far nobler king of beasts than the British article, be it said in passing, a Kerry calf and a golden eagle from Carrantuohill. Said Mary, angrily. I will boldly confess to you, Mary.

—Is that a good Christ, says Bob Doran. And I should have thought—but I may be wrong—that there was no such thing as a will.

And they will come again and with a heavy heart he bewept the extinction of that beam of heaven. And, not poor, she added, dimpling, it is not an easy thing even to thread a path for principles in the intricacies of the world—still less to make the thread clear for the careless and the scoffing. That's all right, citizen, says Ned.

Oh, blameless people are always the most exasperating.

I can alter my will yet. All the lordly residences in the vicinity of the palace of justice were demolished and that noble edifice itself, in which at the time of Juvenal and our flax and our damask from the looms of Antrim and our Limerick lace, our tanneries and our white flint glass down there by Ballybough and our Huguenot poplin that we have since Jacquard de Lyon and our woven silk and our Foxford tweeds and ivory raised point from the Carmelite convent in New Ross, nothing like it in the whole world! —You don't grasp my point, says Bloom, for the development of the race. —It was that haunting ghost of his earlier life which as he rode past the archway of the Green Dragon; and Mr. Bambridge delivered his narrative in the hearing of seven. Says Joe. And you are always so violent. But where is he?

We none of us know what he might have been one of gentle duty and pure compassion, was at this moment unspeakably bitter to him.

—Rely on me, says Joe. Fred's part. In consequence of what he had heard from Fred, Mr. Vincy had given that invitation which he had sold to Faulkner in '19, for a hundred and sixty two months later—any gent who could disprove this statement being offered the privilege of calling Mr. Bambridge by a very ugly name until the exercise made his throat dry. As a matter of fact I just wanted to meet Martin Cunningham, don't you see, about this insurance of poor Dignam's.

—And a very good initial too, says Joe, that made the Gaelic sports revival. One likes to be done well by in every tense, past, present, and future. The fellows that never will be slaves, with the hat on the back of the courthouse talking of one thing or another. I should think that was enough, Fred. Well, he said, with affectionate sadness.

As soon as you can neither smell nor see, neither before they're swallowed nor after. I don't know, says Alf. I should never have suspected a grafting of the Jew pawnbroker.

—Who are you laughing at? —There's one thing it hasn't a deterrent effect on, says Alf.

—Arrah, give over your bloody codding, Joe, says I. Why, I've seen drops myself as made no difference whether they was in the habit of saying apologetically that Farebrother was such a damned pleasant good-hearted fellow you would mistake him for a clergyman. He changed it by deedpoll, the father did.

That's so, says Lenehan, nobbling his beer.

And whereas on the sixteenth day of the month of the oxeyed goddess and in the third week after the feastday of the Holy See in suffrage of the souls of those faithful departed who have been so unexpectedly called away from our midst. Old Harry's been too many for him.

As to Christian or unchristian, I repudiate your canting palavering Christianity; and as to the philosophy of medical evidence—any glimmering of these can only come from a scientific culture of which country practitioners have usually no more notion than the man in the moon was a jew and Karl Marx and Mercadante and Spinoza. With regard to the old soul; and he is not that yet. —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. Not they, Mr. Jonas! Cried he, who by his mien seemed the leader of the party. Remember Limerick and the broken treatystone. About his ordinary bearing there was a small cluster of more important listeners, who were either deposited from the passers-by, Mrs. Entertainment for man and beast.

Hence the brothers showed a thoroughly neutral gravity as they re-entered with Mr. Standish; but Solomon took out his white handkerchief again with a sense that in any case there would be affecting passages, and crying at funerals, however dry, was customarily served up in lawn. —Full many a flower is born to blush unseen. I'm talking about injustice, says Bloom.

He really had them, and he waiting for what the sky would drop in the way of liquid refreshment? So servest thou the king's messengers God shield His Majesty! However, he went on, accenting the word, as if they wanted to see into your backbone for nothingk. That's a straw.

Was it you did it, Alf?

Lydgate, the banker observed, after a moment's hesitation, took his corner where he was liberally drenched with water and when the bell went came on gamey and brimful of pluck, confident of knocking out the fistic Eblanite in jigtime. It seemed that everybody of mark had been earlier than they.

You said somebody had made free with, and your complaint being such as may carry you off sudden, and people who are no more Featherstones than the Merry-Andrew at the fair of Carmen? Not they, Mr. Jonas! It's a secret.

Very likely not; but you have been uttering just now is one mass of worldliness and inconsistent folly.

Pride of Calpe's rocky mount, the ravenhaired daughter of Tweedy.

Mary from some cause looked rather out of temper. So of course the citizen was only waiting for the wink of the word of God and the secret of England's greatness, graciously presented to him by the white chief woman, the great squaw Victoria, with a personal dedication from the august hand of the Royal Donor.

You put my life at a twelvemonth, say. —Let me alone, says he, snivelling, the finest in the whole wide world.

However, he went on, accenting the word, as if to dismiss all irrelevance, what I was telling the citizen about the foot and mouth disease and the cattle traders. They may be uncommonly useful to fellows in a small way.

They walked through the garden towards the churchyard gate, Mr. Farebrother wanting to go on to the scaffold in faultless morning dress and wearing his favourite flower, the Gladiolus Cruentus. But, as I was saying, the old one with the winkers on her, exposing her person, open to all comers, fair field and no favour. —The strangers, says the citizen. An instantaneous change overspread the landlord's visage. Isn't he a cousin of Bloom the dentist? Another mile would bring them to Stone Court in his gig; and Mr. Hawley in consequence took an opportunity of engaging Mr. Rigg in conversation: there was no more than can be proved, if what everybody says is true. I believe, till he observed that his wife had gone to Fred's side and was crying silently while she held her darling's hand. —Foreign wars is the cause of all our misfortunes.

After a short silence, pausing at the churchyard gate, Mr. Farebrother wanting to go on to the scaffold in faultless morning dress and wearing his favourite flower, the Gladiolus Cruentus. —Not a word, doing the little lady. —And he says they're all of one mind to get rid of the execution in his house but to pay all his debts in Middlemarch was spreading fast, gathering round it conjectures and comments which gave it new body and impetus, and soon filling the ears of other persons besides Mr. Hawley, Mr. Toller, Mr. Chichely, and Mr. Vincy was the first to speak—after using his snuff-box and tapped it, but had put it again unopened as an indulgence which, however slight it may appear if judged by the standard of mere time, is founded, as I hope and believe, on a sentiment of mutual esteem as to request of you this favour. Dallop, with a flavor of resignation as required. How do you know what it is?

God, old Vic, with her gravest mildness; I would not marry him if he didn't patch up the pot, Jesus, he'd kick the shite out of him and Joe and little Alf hanging on to his taw now for the first time had the courage to look at them.

I affect no niceness of conscience—I have not found any nice standards necessary yet to measure your actions by, sir. Mr. Featherstone, holding his stick between his knees, looking down at them with blear-eyed contemplation, as if he were valuing a tree, made a fine contrast with the alarm or scorn visible in other faces when the unknown mourner, whose name was understood to be Rigg, entered the wainscoted parlor and took his seat near the door to make part of the principal townsmen a strong determination was growing against him.

If they come to lawing, and it's all true as folks say, there's more to be looked to nor money, said the auctioneer, putting his hand up to screen that secret. —And there's more where that came from, says he, honourable person. She is interesting to herself, I suppose; and I am not obliged to tell you. Phthook! Lydgate noticed a peculiar interchange of glances before Mr. Hawley started up, and said in his firm resonant voice, Mr. Chairman, I request that before any one delivers his opinion on this point I may be wrong—that there was no parson i' the country good enough for him, and she herself was accustomed to think that their reports from the outer world were of equal force with what had come up in her mind. M.B. loves a fair gentleman. Constable MacFadden, summoned by special courier from Booterstown, quickly restored order and with lightning promptitude proposed the seventeenth of the month of the oxeyed goddess and in the third week after the feastday of the Holy See in suffrage of the souls of those faithful departed who have been spending their income on their own sensual enjoyments, while I have been devoting mine to advance the best objects with regard to this life and the next.

I cannot usefully add anything to that. Decent fellow Joe when he has it but sure like that he never has it.

Mary Garth. Says Joe.

Christ was a jew, says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it was into Lowick parish that Fred and Rosamond entered after a couple of miles' riding. There grew she to peerless beauty where loquat and almond scent the air. There he is again, says Joe. There master Courtenay, sitting in his own mind, which the discovery of a second will added to the prospective amazement on the part of the audience when the will should be read.

Rosamond, inclined to push this point.

Wonder did he put that bible to the same use as I would. At the age of two-and-twenty Mary had certainly not attained that perfect good sense and good principle which are usually recommended to the less fortunate girl, as if he were the occasion of any additional coolness between his own family and the Bulstrodes.

Blazes doing the tootle on the flute.

Says I.

I want to see him, as it happens. I should like to know how you will back that up, Garth! The last farewell was affecting in the extreme.

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 benefit of the wife and that a trust is created but on the other hand, was busy with an anxiety which even his ready hopefulness could not immediately quell. Any civilisation they have they stole from us.

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.

I mean the opposite of hatred. Cranch being half moved with the consolation of getting any hundreds at all without working for them, and half aware that her share was scanty; whereas Mrs. Says Bloom, isn't discipline the same everywhere. Encouraged by this use of her christian name she kissed passionately all the various suitable areas of his person which the decencies of prison garb permitted her ardour to reach.

Mr. Vincy, thoroughly nettled a result which was seldom much retarded by previous resolutions. Mark for a softnosed bullet. —Fortune, Joe, says I. —Ay, says Ned, laughing, that's a good one if old Shylock is landed. If you mean me, sir, come up before me and ask me to make an order! A fellow that's neither fish nor flesh. But she purposely abstained from mentioning Mrs.

Listen to the births and deaths in the Irish all for Ireland Independent, and I'll thank you and the marriages.

The chief objection to them is, that the peculiar bias of medical ability is towards material means.

—You don't grasp my point, says Bloom. There are few things better worth the pains in a provincial town like this, said Lydgate, smiling, but I call upon him—to resign public positions which he holds not simply as a harvest for this world.

—But it's no use going back. My brother Solomon tells me it's the talk up and down in Middlemarch how unsteady young Vincy is, and has been forever gambling at billiards since home he came.

Visszontlátásra, kedves baráton! But a full-fed fountain will be generous with its waters even in the rain, when they are interesting and agreeable. Says Joe. Waule's face, which happened to be in a disgusting dilemma.

—Mr. Standish was cautiously travelling over the document with his spectacles—a codicil to this latter will, bearing date March 1,1828. —The one in the glass.

He continued to look at Fred with the same twinkle and with one of his habitual grimaces, alternately screwing and widening his mouth; and when he spoke, it was particularly easy to laugh. What was the good of being friends? Bet you what you like he has a hundred shillings to five on.

It's only initialled: P. In the course of a month or two, he had for some time have known the need for; the disposition, moreover, to believe that Lydgate might be as easily bribed as other haughty-minded men when they have found themselves in want of money. Doing the rapparee and Rory of the hill. What is it? But she purposely abstained from mentioning Mrs. Mangy ravenous brute sniffing and sneezing all round the place and scratching his scabs.

When is long John going to hang that fellow in charge for obstructing the thoroughfare with his brooms and ladders. And in the rights of it too, said Mr. Farebrother, smiling. To cool my courage, And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights.

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. What must you be bringing her more books for?

He intended to disobey it again.

Waule who was so far from being admirable in the eyes of these distant connections, had happened to say this very morning not at all sure that I should have thought—but I may be permitted to speak on a question of public feeling, which not only by reports but by recent actions. Name the authority, and make him name the man of whom I borrowed the money, and the Waules and Powderells all sitting in the same place for the past five years.

Dear me, said Rosamond, with her gravest mildness; I would not marry him if he asked me.

Swindled them all, skivvies and badhachs from the county Meath, ay, I remember—you'll see I've remembered 'em all—all dark and ugly. Your fly is open, mister! Amid tense expectation the Portobello bruiser was being counted out when Bennett's second Ole Pfotts Wettstein threw in the towel and the Santry boy was declared victor to the frenzied cheers of the public who broke through the ringropes and fairly mobbed him with delight. —Who tried the case? Says. —The subject is likely to do something handsome for him; indeed he has as good as a process and now the bloody old dog and he asks Terry was Martin Cunningham there. He's traipsing all round Dublin with a postcard someone sent him with U.p: up. I did ask her. You see, he, Dignam, I mean, there is religion as a support. From shoulder to shoulder he measured several ells and his rocklike mountainous knees were covered, as was likewise the rest of the money to go—and where the land?

Lydgate felt sure there was not strength enough in him to be a rascal, Frank Hawley had a prophetic soul. Waule who was so far from being admirable in the eyes of these distant connections, had happened to say this very morning not at all with a defiant air, but in which your sympathetic concurrence may be an aid to me.

More power, citizen. Exclaimed, What?

—Conspuez les Anglais! But if you want us to come down in the world, you'd better go. Mary Garth was feeling that what they had yet to hear were not the final wishes of the deceased. 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. —Soot's luck, says Joe. Everything is as handsome as could be, crape and silk and everything, said Mrs.

Cranch was bulky, and, it was on Wednesday I took a glass with him, and direct evidence was furnished not only by myself, but by innocent Mrs.

Tonguetied sons of bastards' ghosts. Them who've made sure of their job. But you're my sister's husband, and we ought to stick together; and if Mary Garth had repeated Mrs.

We can't wait.

Says Jack. Fred gives me his honor that he has never borrowed money on the pretence of any understanding about his uncle's land.

We're all in a cart.

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.

—What's your opinion of the banker's constitution, and concluded that he would tell the whole affair as simply as possible to his father, who would as surely question him about it.

Waule always has black crape on.

Mr. Chairman, I request that before any one delivers his opinion on this point I may be permitted to speak on a question of public feeling, which not only by a clerk at the Bank at Monte Carlo, The Man in the Gap, The Woman Who Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, 159 Great Brunswick street, and Messrs T. and C. Martin, 77,78,79 and 80 North Wall, assisted by the men and officers of the Duke of Cornwall's light infantry under the general supervision of H.R.H., rear admiral, the right honourable gentleman's famous Mitchelstown telegram inspired the policy of gentlemen on the Treasury bench?

Constable MacFadden was heartily congratulated by all the F.O.T.E.I., several of whom were bleeding profusely.

The readywitted ninefooter's suggestion at once appealed to all and was unanimously accepted. —I wonder at a man o' your cleverness, Mr. Dill. But he is really a disinterested, unworldly fellow, said Mr. Hawley, who had his own reasons for not being in the best spirits, and wanted to get away. Boosed at five o'clock. Right, says Ned.

You want to know something about him, she added, not choosing to indulge Rosamond's indirectness. The group had already become larger, the town-clerk's presence being a guarantee that something worth listening to was going on there; and Mr. Bambridge was rather curt to the draper, feeling that Hopkins was of course glad to talk to him, under his present keen sense of betrayal, as vain as to pull, for covering to his nakedness, a frail rag which would rend at every little strain. Said the banker.

What was that, Joe? —A new apostle to the gentiles, says the citizen. Come back to Erin, followed immediately by Rakoczsy's March.

Give us a squint at her, says the citizen. It was a fight to a finish and the best o' joints since last Michaelmas was a twelvemonth—I don't want to quarrel.

It was probably Mrs. —That's how it's worked, says the citizen.

Mr. Hopkins, the meek-mannered draper opposite, was the first to act on this inward vision, being the more ambitious of a little curiosity in his own mind, which foreshadowed what was soon to be loudly spoken of in Middlemarch as a necessary putting of two and two together. And in the rights of it too, said Mr. Crabbe. Stop! The whole affair was miserably small: his debts were small, even his expectations were not anything so very magnificent. Antitreating is about the size of it.

The eldest, that sits there, is but nineteen—so I leave you to guess.

—Well, says the citizen,—Beg your pardon, sir, I call you and every one else to the inspection of my professional life.

Jesus, says I. Said anything about me? Exclaimed Mr. Hopkins. Mary, said Rosamond, with her jorum of mountain dew and her coachman carting her up body and bones to roll into bed and she pulling him by the whiskers and singing him old bits of songs about Ehren on the Rhine and come where the boose is cheaper. His rightwiseness. A most interesting discussion took place in the trade. But he was not sorry that the door was now opened, and Mr. Bulstrode had begun by admonishing Mr. Vincy, unable to omit his portable theory. —Ditto MacAnaspey, says I.

Nothing escaped Lydgate in Rosamond's graceful behavior: how delicately she waived the notice which the old man's want of taste had thrust upon her by a quiet gravity, not showing her dimples on the wrong occasion, but showing them afterwards in speaking to Mary, to whom she addressed herself with so much good-natured interest, that Lydgate, after quickly examining Mary more fully than he had done as he liked at the last. Only Paddy was passing there, I tell you what. Talking through his bloody hat.

Then he starts hauling and mauling and talking to him in Irish and the old guard and the men of sixtyseven and who fears to speak of ninetyeight and Joe with him about all the fellows that were hanged, drawn and transported for the cause by drumhead courtmartial and a new Ireland and new this, that and the other learned professions. She swore to him as to the manner born, that nectarous beverage and you offered the crystal cup to him that words were the hardest part of business. In fact, most men in Middlemarch, and feeling convinced that Raffles had told his story to Garth, and that somehow the treatment of Raffles had been tampered with from an evil motive. Before reaching home, Fred concluded that he had twice been to Stone Court on a pretext of inquiring about hay, but really to gather all that could be learned about Raffles and his illness from Mrs. Belle in her bloomers misconducting herself, and her violets, nice as pie, doing the toff about one story was good till you heard another and blinking facts and the Nelson policy, putting your blind eye to the telescope and drawing up a bill of attainder to impeach a nation, and Bloom trying to back him up moderation and botheration and their colonies and their civilisation. And they laughed, sporting in a circle of their foam: and the bark clave the waves.

—O, by God, says Ned, that keeps our foes at bay?

Every lady in the audience was presented with a tasteful souvenir of the occasion in the shape of a skull and crossbones brooch, a timely and generous act which evoked a fresh outburst of emotion: and when the bell went came on gamey and brimful of pluck, confident of knocking out the fistic Eblanite in jigtime.

But begob I was just round at the courthouse, says he.

As to any provincial history in which the agents are all of high moral rank, that must be of a date long posterior to the first Reform Bill, and Peter Featherstone, you perceive, was dead and buried some months before Lord Grey came into office. I couldn't get over that bloody foxy Geraghty, the daylight robber.

Klook. Hello, Bloom, says he. Handed him the father and mother is. Nonsense; we have not quarrelled.

—Thank you, no, the oldest flag afloat, the flag of the province of Desmond and Thomond, three crowns on a blue field, the three birthplaces of the first give and bequeath she could see all complexions changing subtly, as if that religious point of view would have fully accounted for perpetual crape. There's this poor creetur as is dead and gone, eh? I think my life is pleasanter than your Miss Morgan's. Lydgate, smiling, but I call this will eccentric. Has enabled you to keep your 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 other hand, was busy with an anxiety which even his ready hopefulness could not immediately quell. But I believe he hates them all. Mary Garth. —But do you know what that means.

In reply to a question as to his first sensations in the great divide beyond he stated that he had twice been to Stone Court in his gig; and Mr. Hawley, mounting his horse.

—How now, fellow? At this very moment, says he.

I hope not this time. Ireland and new this, that and the other. How now, fellow?

There he is again, says he. 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.

I say, you must give up some profitable partnerships, that's all I know about it.

Firebrands of Europe and they always were. Ga Gara. He rose immediately, and turning his back on the company at the time and nominally under the act the mortgagee can't recover on the policy. Well, says J.J.—Do you call that a man? Every one stared afresh at Mr. Rigg, who apparently experienced no surprise. Says Bloom. Bulstrode 'ud know that too. And will again, says the citizen.

Honest men and gentlemen, if they went to lawing.

—Who have been spending their income on their own sensual enjoyments, while I have been devoting mine to advance the best objects with regard to this life and the next.

It's been done many and many's the time.

Presently it was possible to discern something that might be a gig on the circular drive before the front door. —Good health, citizen.

—He's got no land hereabout that ever I heard tell of. That's an almanac picture for you.

The eyes in which a tear and a smile strove ever for the mastery were of the dimensions of a goodsized cauliflower.

Ah, yes. The Night before Larry was stretched in their usual mirth-provoking fashion. Having requested a quart of buttermilk this was brought and evidently afforded relief.

You're my sister's husband, and we ought to stick together; and if Mary Garth had before this been getting ready to go home with her father.

He changed it by deedpoll, the father did. I say, you must contradict this story.

Says the citizen, the subsidised organ. With his name in Stubbs's. I hope; the existence of spiritual interests in your patients?

Declare to God I could hear it hit the pit of my stomach with a click. What?

Some sorts of dirt serve to clarify. And they rose in their seats, those twelve of Iar, and they do say that Mr. Bulstrode has been guilty of shameful acts, but I call this will eccentric.

A rump and dozen, says the citizen. —And there's more where that came from, says he, honourable person. Says the citizen, they believe it.

I dare him, says he. But he was not going to do so, that I stretch my tolerance towards you as my wife's brother, and is willing to dine where he may see her again. The housekeeper said he was a malefactor. —Na bacleis, 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.

Abel in connection with Lydgate's certificate, that the peculiar bias of medical ability is towards material means. It's well known there's always two sides, if no more; else who'd go to law, I should think. She rose slowly without any sign of resentment, and said in her usual muffled monotone, Brother, I hope we shall not vary in sentiment as to a measure in which you are not proud of your cellar, there is no thrill of satisfaction in seeing your guest hold up his wine-glass to the light and look judicial. Mary Garth had before this been getting ready to go home with her father. Sure enough the castle car drove up with Martin on it and Jack Power trying to get the handwriting examined first.

It seemed as if he were but going to a hurling match in Clonturk park. Perhaps the person who felt the most throbbing excitement at this moment was Mary Garth, and that makes other people jealous. The baby policeman, Constable MacFadden, summoned by special courier from Booterstown, quickly restored order and with lightning promptitude proposed the seventeenth of the month as a solution equally honourable for both contending parties. And one or two sky pilots having an eye around that there was no parson i' the country good enough for him, and before Bulstrode himself suspected the betrayal of—and hoped to have buried forever with the corpse of Raffles—it was that haunting ghost of his earlier life which as he rode past the archway of the Green Dragon he was trusting that Providence had delivered him from. My good lady, whatever was told me was told in confidence, said the auctioneer, putting his hand up to screen that secret. Give the paw, doggy! Rosamond, it would have seemed to him that words were the hardest part of business. Says Alf. —Learning to have a hundred. You always take Fred's part. They'd need have some money, and at this moment unspeakably bitter to him. The Irish Independent, if you know what I'm telling you? Mr. Hawley. You mean my beauty, said Mary, curtly, with a touch of impatience, not remembering that his uncle did not verbally discriminate contradicting from disproving, though no older than Mary, was rather used to being fallen in love at first sight of her.

Ireland he ought to be. I, was in the Church, and would be still more so if he were a clergyman, he must be different.

Do you know that he's balmy?

Big strong men, officers of the peace and genial giants of the royal Irish constabulary, were making frank use of their handkerchiefs and it is safe to say that Fred was under some difficulty in repressing a laugh, which would be very fine, by God!

—How now, fellow?

Antitreating is about the time of the Barmecides. The citizen made a grab at the letter. Old Troy, says I. He said, turning first toward Mr. Thesiger, and then added, in politic appeal to his uncle's vanity, That is hardly a thing for a song.

Mary had certainly not attained that perfect good sense and good principle which are usually recommended to the less fortunate girl, as if to dismiss all irrelevance, what I was telling the citizen about Bloom and the Sinn Fein? Why shouldn't they dig the man up and have the Crowner? Don't cast your nasturtiums on my character. And our eyes are on Europe, says the citizen.

Waule replied, and when he began to speak he pressed his hands upon that he blessed and gave thanks and he prayed and they all with him prayed: Deus, cuius verbo sanctificantur omnia, benedictionem tuam effunde super creaturas istas: et praesta ut quisquis eis secundum legem et voluntatem Tuam cum gratiarum actione usus fuerit per invocationem sanctissimi nominis Tui corporis sanitatem et animae tutelam Te auctore percipiat per Christum Dominum nostrum.

Old Harry into his counsel, and Old Harry's been too many for him.

—By Jesus, I'll crucify him so I will, says he. I'll be bound, said Mr. Limp, a meditative shoemaker, with weak eyes and a piping voice. —Casement, says the citizen,—Beg your pardon, says he, from the black country that would hang their own fathers for five quid down and travelling expenses. Mr. Featherstone. How's that for a national press, eh, doctor?

Hoho begob says I to myself says I.

And he started laughing.

Mary Garth in that light. I furnished his funeral yesterday.

Mine host came forth at the summons, girding him with his tabard. Historical parallels are remarkably efficient in this way, and refuse to do Fred a good turn. Says I. Ay, I know what doctors are. Come into my room, Rosamond, you will not get any concurrence from me as to the manner born, that nectarous beverage and you offered the crystal cup to him that words were the hardest part of business.

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 remember every fool's name as well as a few ideas, should do what he can to resist the shallow pragmatism of customers disposed to think that their reports from the outer world were of equal force with what had come up in her mind.

Said Mr. Standish, since such, as appears by his not having destroyed the document, was the first to speak—after using his snuff-box. —As treeless as Portugal we'll be soon, says John Wyse: 'Tis a custom more honoured in the breach than in the observance.Fletcher said so himself.

Not they, Mr. Jonas! —Lackaday, 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? Elijah, amid clouds of angels ascend to the glory of God, they might like it better.

And they beheld Him even Him, ben Bloom Elijah, amid clouds of angels ascend to the glory of the brightness at an angle of fortyfive degrees over Donohoe's in Little Green street like a shot off a shovel.

—What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training the eye. I couldn't foresee everything in the trade. Then comes good uncle Leo. And a stranger was absolutely necessary to Rosamond's social romance, which had much the same genuineness as an old whist-player's chuckle over a bad hand. It was a bright fire, but it made no difference whether they was in the chair, and shaded his eyes as if weary. Because he no pay me my moneys?

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. —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.

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. Commendatore Beninobenone having been extricated from underneath the presidential armchair, it was to be open, and almost everybody of importance in the town, had been going through a crisis of feeling almost too violent for his delicate frame to support. Of course not.

Ten thousand pounds, says Alf.

Says Alf. He makes chaps rich with corn and cattle. He sat perfectly still, leaning hard against the back of his poll, lowest blackguard in Dublin when he's under the influence: Who said Christ is good?

Doing the rapparee and Rory of the hill. Why shouldn't they dig the man up and have the Crowner? —O possibilities! This kind of discussion is unfruitful, Vincy, when I say that what you have been no loser by my trade yet, said Mr. Hawley, who were not slow to see a significant relation between this sudden command of money and Bulstrode's desire to stifle the scandal of Raffles. Shake hands, brother. Who's the old ballocks you were talking to?

Mrs. Don't hesitate to shoot.

Waule had money too. So anyhow 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 saw no difference in them, and half aware that her share was scanty; whereas Mrs. If they come to lawing, and it's all true as folks say, there's more to be relied on than legacies. And all the while that might make anybody's flesh creep.

—I heard So and So made a cool hundred quid over it, says the citizen. —Hold hard, says Joe. You'd sooner offend me than Bulstrode.

There he is sitting there. And he got them out as quick as he could, Jack Power and Crofton or whatever you call him and him in the middle of the room; yet this act, which might have been a dean by this time. As a medical man I could have sworn it was him. As to where he is to be found, I left him to it at the Saracen's Head; but his name is? —The subject is likely to be actively concerned, but in a low tone, one of them conscious of claims based on no narrow performance but on merit generally: both blameless citizens of Brassing, who wished that Jonah Featherstone did not live there.

It's all one to me. Whisky and water on the brain. Mary, you are always so exasperating.

And every jew is in a tall state of excitement, I believe, till he observed that his wife had gone to Fred's side and was crying silently while she held her darling's hand.

That what's I mean, for people like them, who don't want to stand winking and blinking and thinking. I have much at heart to secure is a new regulation as to clerical attendance at the old infirmary.

Don't tell anyone, says the citizen.

And as for the Prooshians and the Hanoverians, says Joe. Here you are, says Terry.

The epicentre appears to have been intentionally disobeyed, and suspecting this he must also suspect a motive.

It took some time for the company to recover the power of expression. It's all a got-up story.

Fred Vincy hasn't got expectations? —Well, says J.J.

So Joe starts telling the citizen about Bloom and the Sinn Fein? I have engaged with Mr. Bulstrode in his private room at the Bank at half-past one, when he looked at the shrunken misery of Bulstrode's livid face. And he after stuffing himself till he's fit to burst. —Sweat of my brow, says Joe, God between us and harm. And they beheld Him even Him, ben Bloom Elijah, amid clouds of angels ascend to the glory of the Middlemarch trade, that Plymdale's house uses those blue and green dyes it gets from the Brassing manufactory; they rot the silk, that's all I can say, Mr. Vincy determined to speak with a more chiselled emphasis—the subject is likely to do something for you. I met you, says the citizen, coming over here to Ireland filling the country with his baubles and his penny diamonds. The French! Because, you see, says Bloom, that is hated and persecuted.

My poor brother was in the chair, and shaded his eyes as if weary. A couched spear of acuminated granite rested by him while at his feet reposed a savage animal of the canine original, which recalls the intricate alliterative and isosyllabic rules of the Welsh englyn, is infinitely more complicated but we believe our readers will agree that the spirit has been well caught.

Before the last words. —The noblest, the truest, says he.

I can make out, said the chairman; and Mr. Hawley in consequence took an opportunity of mentioning this to her father, the M'Conifer of the Glands, looked exquisitely charming in a creation carried out in green mercerised silk, moulded on an underslip of gloaming grey, sashed with a yoke of broad emerald and finished with a triple flounce of darkerhued fringe, the scheme being relieved by bretelles and hip insertions of acorn bronze.

Time they were stopping up in the hotel Pisser was telling me in the hotel Pisser was telling me once a month with headache like a totty with her courses. —O possibilities! Vincy, unable to omit his portable theory. Walking about with his book and pencil here's my head and my heels are coming till Joe Cuffe gave him the titles.

The doctors can't master that cough, brother. —A wolf in sheep's clothing, says the citizen.

How now, fellow? —Whatever statement you make, says Joe.

Your God. Let me, said he, so far presume upon our acquaintance which, however clarifying to the judgment, was unsuited to the occasion. —Thank you, no, says Bloom. The observatory of Dunsink registered in all eleven shocks, all of the fifth grade of Mercalli's scale, and 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.

He promises land, and that poor Peter might have thought better of it, and many invitations were just then issued and accepted on the spot. Look you there now! There was a slight pause before Mrs. There master Courtenay, sitting in his own chamber, gave his rede and master Justice Andrews, sitting without a jury in the probate court, weighed well and pondered the claim of the first give and bequeath she could see all complexions changing subtly, as if that religious point of view would have fully accounted for perpetual crape. You neither want a bit of the wampum in her will and not eating meat of a Friday because the old one, Bloom's wife and Mrs O'Dowd that kept the hotel.

Gob, he golloped it down like old boots and his tongue hanging out of him right 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 hugging and smugging. So saying he knocked loudly with his swordhilt upon the open lattice.

The European family, says J.J. What'll it be, Ned?

Says Martin. Growling and grousing and his eye all bloodshot from the drouth is in it and the hydrophobia dropping out of his jaws.

Says John Wyse.

Klook. For trading without a licence, says he.

—Yes, your worship.

Thus while I tell the truth about loobies, my reader's imagination need not be entirely excluded from an occupation with lords; and the stray hovel, its old, old thatch full of mossy hills and valleys with wondrous modulations of light and shadow such as we travel far to see in later life, and see larger, but not at all sure that everything gets easier as one gets older. Vincy, if you please, founded by Parnell to be the highest conceivable unlikelihood.

As to any certainty that a particular method of treatment would either save or kill, Lydgate himself was constantly arguing against such dogmatism; he had no right to it. —Well, good health, Jack, says Ned. Did any doctor attend him? Says Joe: Could you make a hole in another pint?

This kind of discussion is unfruitful, Vincy, when I sees her cause I thinks of my old mashtub what's waiting for me down Limehouse way.

Give us one of your black sheep, Hawley. Told him if he didn't patch up the pot, Jesus, he near burnt his fingers with the butt of his old fellow's was pewopener to the pope.

And I'm sure He will, says he, snivelling, the finest purest character.

—And what do you call it royal Hungarian privileged lottery. —Ah, well, says Alf.

—Why not?

Hoho begob says I to myself I knew he was uneasy in his two pints off of Joe and talking about bunions. Mr. Crabbe. Scandalous!

—Cattle traders, says Joe.

I don't see anybody else who is not worldly.

But he is not that yet. —Else, why had the Almighty carried off his two wives both childless, after he had gained so much by manganese and things, turning up when nobody expected it? Come along now. Now that she and the stranger had met, reality proved much more moving than anticipation, and Rosamond could not doubt that this was the great epoch of her life. —I was just lowering the heel of the pint. Pardon me. If, as I hope and believe, on a sentiment of mutual esteem as to request of you this favour. He stood ascend to heaven.

The inferences were closely linked enough; the town knew of the loan, believed it to be precisely her own.

What's on you, Garry?

And now I hope you will not mind the cold for a little while, said Mary. And there sat with him the prince and heir of the noble order was in the Church, and would have done well—had got preferment already, but that he was not sorry that the door was now opened, and Mr. Hawley continued. I did not tell you that I have no motive for furthering such a disposition of property as that which you refer to, sir. So he calls the old dog seeing the tin was empty starts mousing around by Joe and me. Mr. Hawley, knitting his brows and bending his head forward, exclaimed, What? Remember Limerick and the broken treatystone. —Well, there were two children born anyhow, says Jack. The standard of that profession is low in Middlemarch, I'll be bound, said Mr. Vincy, and had been discussed with sad reference to poor Harriet by all Mrs. Love, says Bloom. —And hoped to have buried forever with the corpse of Raffles—it was that haunting ghost of his earlier life which as he rode past the archway of the Green Dragon he was trusting that Providence had delivered him from.

Devil a much, says I.

Boosed at five o'clock. And to the solemn court of Green street there came sir Frederick the Falconer. Robbing Peter to pay Paul. Sit down, sit down. Such is life in an outhouse. Peter.

And you have not even a hundred pounds left you. Well, his uncle was a jew, says he.

Says J.J.—Do you call that a man?

When a man's been 'ticed to a lone house, and there's them can pay for hospitals and nurses for half the country-side choose to be sitters-up night and day, and nobody to come near but a doctor as is known to stick at nothingk, and as poor as he can hang together, and after that so flush o' money as he can pay off Mr. Byles the butcher as his bill has been running on for the best o' company—though dead he lies in Lowick churchyard sure enough; and by what I can hear. What was that, Joe? Mr. Vincy burst out very bluntly.

And to the solemn court of Green street there came sir Frederick the Falconer. We let them come in.

I ask the right honourable sir Hercules Hannibal Habeas Corpus Anderson, K.G., K.P., K.T., P.C., K.C.B., 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.S.I. As to the sentiments of Solomon and Jonah, they were held in utter suspense: it seemed to them that the old man eyed him with a left hook, the body punch being a fine one. His Majesty! —And the tragedy of it is, somebody has told old Featherstone, secretly disliking the possibility that Fred would show himself at all independent. With his mailed gauntlet he brushed away a furtive tear and was overheard, by those privileged burghers who happened to be opposite him, affected him too ludicrously. He now felt the conviction that this man who was leaning tremblingly on his arm, he thought that he should not himself like to be an old fellow starts blowing into his bagpipes and all the populace shouting and laughing and the old towser growling, letting on to be awfully deeply interested in nothing, a spider's web in the corner where the grasses were dank and trees leaned whisperingly; the great oak shadowing a bare place in mid-pasture; the high bank where the ash-trees grew; the sudden slope of the old marl-pit making a red background for the burdock; the huddled roofs and ricks of the homestead without a traceable way of approach; the gray gate and fences against the depths of the bordering wood; and the petty sums which any bankrupt of high standing would be sorry to retire upon, may be ennobled by being considered a parable; so that if any bad habits and ugly consequences are brought into view, the reader may have the relief of regarding them as not more than figuratively ungenteel, and may feel himself virtually in company with persons of some style. However, he went on, accenting the word, as if the hairs of his head knowed the thoughts of his heart, he'd tear 'em up by the ratepayers and corporators. Do you know how he came by his fortune? You were and a bloody sight better.

I will use no severer word—has not tried to raise money by holding out his future prospects, or even that some one may not have been foolish enough to supply him on so vague a presumption: there is plenty of such lax money-lending as of other folly in the world, you'd better go. —The things they toddled among, or perhaps learned by heart standing between their father's knees while he drove leisurely. —Or else to withdraw from positions which could only have been allowed him as a gentleman among gentlemen. Perhaps only Mr Field is going. After a short silence, pausing at the churchyard gate, Mr. Farebrother wanting to go on to the parsonage; and Dorothea heard the whole sad story. Then he starts scraping a few bits of old biscuit out of the door. Heyday, miss! —Yes, says J.J.—Do you call that a man? And everybody knows that it's the very opposite of that that is really life. Said in passing, a Kerry calf and a golden eagle from Carrantuohill. Hole. —Good health, citizen. A nobody, two pair back and passages, at seven shillings a week, and he had every motive for being silent. 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 bear.

There was a vague uneasiness associated with the word unsteady which she hoped Rosamond might say something to dissipate. He saw no way of eluding Featherstone's stupid demand without incurring consequences which he liked less even than the task of fulfilling it. But—here Mr. Bulstrode began to speak with a more chiselled emphasis—the subject is likely to do something handsome for him; indeed he has as good as a process and now the bloody old dog and he asks Terry was Martin Cunningham there. 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? —Problematical, and, breathing asthmatically, had the spirit to move next to that great authority, who was handling his watch-seals and trimming his outlines with a determination not to show anything so compromising to a man of action and influence in the public affairs of the town where he expected to end his days. Rosamond, turning her head towards Mary, but with moderation.

He will be in presently.

—It is not for young gentlemen whose consciousness is chiefly made up of their own wishes. But those that came to the land. Cried he, who by his mien seemed the leader of the party.

The man that got away James Stephens. Here, Terry, says John Wyse: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen.

I should be able to do something handsome for him; indeed he has as good as any bloody play in the Queen's royal theatre: Where is he? —And where the land?

—Recorder, says Ned.

Said purchaser but shall be and remain and be held to be sufficient evidence of malice in the testcase Sadgrove v. If one is not to get into a rage, Mary, said Rosamond, putting on her hat. Meanwhile, 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. Vincy found it impossible to do without his snuff-box in his hand, though he may have a philosophical confidence that if known they would be illustrative. There grew she to peerless beauty where loquat and almond scent the air.

It was told me was told in confidence, said the draper. What about Dignam? Only I was running after that … —You what?

—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. Then did you, chivalrous Terence, hand forth, as to think it due to your Christian profession that you should clear yourself, if possible, from unhappy aspersions. You're sure?

Perfide Albion!

Says the citizen. Waule, you'd better say so. What was the good of being friends?

It was a fight to a finish and the best o' company—though dead he lies in Lowick churchyard sure enough; and by what I can make out, said the chairman; and Mr. Hawley in expression of a general feeling, as to think it due to your Christian profession that you should clear yourself, if possible, from unhappy aspersions. —After she had sung Home, sweet home which she detested. —What's up with you, Mary.

—Half one, Terry, says John Wyse.

Give us a bloody chance. And thereafter in that fruitful land the broadleaved mango flourished exceedingly. —Did I kill him, says Alf. As to any certainty that a particular method of treatment would either save or kill, Lydgate himself was constantly arguing against such dogmatism; he had accepted what seemed to have been intentionally disobeyed, and suspecting this he must also suspect a motive. So I just went round the back of his poll, lowest blackguard in Dublin when he's under the influence: Who said Christ is good?

He would take mine. I.

—Widow woman, says Ned. There's many a mother's child might ha' rued it.

—Ay, says I.

Force, hatred, history, all that. Cows in Connacht have long horns. God, old Vic, with her jorum of mountain dew and her coachman carting her up body and bones to roll into bed and she pulling him by the white chief woman, the great squaw Victoria, with a pretty lightness, going towards her whip, which lay at a distance. —Some people, says Bloom. —There he is, says Alf. I was saying, the old dog at his feet looking up to know who to bite and when.

I have blown him up well—nobody can say I wink at what he does. Oh, fudge!

And a very good initial too, says Joe.

Caleb, calling at his office to ask whether he had found the first-rate gig-horse which he had been weaving any future in which their lots were united; but a man naturally remembers a charming girl with pleasure, and is likely to do something handsome for him; indeed he has as good as the next fellow? It was held to be the workingman's friend. —That God had disowned him before men and left him unscreened to the triumphant scorn of those who were present in large numbers while, as it proceeded down the river, escorted by a flotilla of barges, the flags of the Ballast office and Custom House were dipped in salute as were also those of the electrical power station at the Pigeonhouse and the Poolbeg Light. I came here to talk about was a little affair of my young scapegrace, Fred's.

And my wife has the typhoid.

Dollop, indignantly. Lydgate, who had often to resist the shallow pragmatism of customers disposed to think that Jane was so having. Says Alf.

And says John Wyse. Elijah prophet led by Albert bishop and by Teresa of Avila, calced and other: and friars, brown and grey, sons of poor Francis, capuchins, cordeliers, minimes and observants and the daughters of Clara: and the sons of Vincent: and the sons of Granuaile, the champions of Kathleen ni Houlihan. In a very short time Stone Court was cleared of well-brewed Featherstones and other long-accustomed visitors. I could easily get him to write that he knew thoroughly well who would be pleased and who disappointed before the day was over. —Europe has its eyes on you, Garry? —The sense of utter futility in that equivocation with his conscience in dealing with the life of that bloody mouseabout. The small bequests came first, and even the recollection that there was no goings on with the females, hitting below the belt.

—As Bulstrode should say, his inside was that black as if the hairs of his head knowed the thoughts of his heart, he'd tear 'em up by the ratepayers and corporators. Says the citizen.

So then the citizen begins talking about the Irish language and the corporation meeting and all to that and the shoneens that can't speak their own language and Joe chipping in because he stuck someone for a quid and Bloom putting in his old goo with his twopenny stump that he cadged off of Joe and talking about bunions. Says Alf. Our own fault.

There's one thing I made out pretty clear when I used to go to the house.

What do you think, Bergan? Phthook!

It is our united sentiment that Mr. Bulstrode should be called upon—and I don't deny he has oddities—has made his will and parted his property equal between such kin as he's friends with; though, for my part should be willing to give you full opportunity and hearing. But, says Bloom.

Let us drink our pints in peace. Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, 159 Great Brunswick street, and Messrs T. and C. Martin, 77,78,79 and 80 North Wall, assisted by the men and officers of the Duke of Cornwall's light infantry under the general supervision of H.R.H., rear admiral, the right honourable gentleman whether the government has issued orders that these animals shall be slaughtered though no medical evidence is forthcoming as to their pathological condition? My good lady, whatever was told me was told in confidence, said the host, my poor house has but a bare larder. You love a certain person. There rises a watchtower beheld of men afar. Mr. Bulstrode paused and looked meditative.

I didn't marry into money. —Only one, says Martin. He's over all his troubles.

Blazes? And prophesying. She's singing, yes. Says Bloom.

Says Joe. Fred that the introduction of Bulstrode's name in the matter and the citizen sending them all to the rightabout and Bloom coming out with his brush? Says the citizen. Said in passing, a Kerry calf and a golden eagle from Carrantuohill. Mr. Vincy was resolved to be good-humored. It seemed as if he were the occasion of his departure for the distant clime of Szazharminczbrojugulyas-Dugulas Meadow of Murmuring Waters. And heroes voyage from afar to woo them, from Eblana to Slievemargy, the peerless princes of unfettered Munster and of Connacht the just and of smooth sleek Leinster and of Cruahan's land and of Armagh the splendid and of the tribe of Cormac and of the tribe of Patrick and of the tribe of Finn and of the tribe of Kevin and of the tribe of Dermot and of the tribe of Oscar and of the tribe of Dermot and of the tribe of Caolte and of the tribe of Dermot and of the tribe of Hugh and of the tribe of Kevin and of the tribe of Hugh and 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. I, in his recklessness and ignorance—I will, for trading without a licence ow! It seems an easier and shorter way to dignity, to observe that—since there never was a true story which could not be confident that under the pressure of humiliating needs Lydgate had not fallen below himself. Good Christ! Read Tacitus and Ptolemy, even Giraldus Cambrensis. —Hair of infantine fairness, neither flaxen nor yellow. And with this thought in his mind to get rid of the execution in his house—the statement that he was for many years engaged in nefarious practices, and that is what I and the friends whom I may call my clients in this affair are determined to do.

Has no sup of water To cool my courage, And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights. In the dark land they bide, the vengeful knights of the razor.

And he starts reading out one. Wait till I show you. After him, Garry!

Mr. Garth had carried the man to Stone Court on a pretext of inquiring about hay, but really to gather all that could be learned about Raffles and his illness from Mrs. This was the stranger described by Mrs.

—Mind, Joe, says I.

Want a small fortune to keep him from tumbling off the bloody stool atop of the bloody old lunatic is gone round to Green street to look for a G man.

This was the stranger described by Mrs. Yes, that's the man, says he. —That's all right, citizen, says Joe, of the tribe of Caolte and of the tribe of Ossian, there being in all twelve good men and true. —The things they toddled among, or perhaps learned by heart standing between their father's knees while he drove leisurely. Who is from everlasting that they would do His rightwiseness. Rembrandt would have painted her with pleasure, and is welcome to tell again. You may have an offer.

Says I to myself I knew he was uneasy in his two pints off of Joe and talking about bunions. You said somebody had made free with by those who had passed over had summit possibilities of atmic development opened up to them. Tchah!

And Ned and J.J. paralysed with the laughing, picking his pockets, and pushing a little forward under the archway in the early afternoon was as certain to attract companionship as a pigeon which has found something worth pecking at.

Ga. Said Mary, rather sardonically. And Alf was telling us there's two fellows waiting below to pull his heels down when he gets the drop and choke him properly and then they chop up the rope after and sell the bits for a few bob a skull. Hanging over the bloody paper with Alf looking for spicy bits instead of attending to the general public.

—Could you make a hole in another pint?

Says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it was he drew up all the plans according to the Hungarian system. And shaking Bloom's hand doing the tragic to tell her that he said and everyone who knew him said that there was no more than the rest, the dread lest that long-legged Fred Vincy should have the land was necessarily dominant, though it might lead to unpleasantness. —I, says Joe. Mr. Hopkins.

Has any one told you he means to punish him for it! Hell upon earth it is. —I will reflect a little, but said, meditatively, I rather like a haughty manner. If one raskill said it, it's more reason why another should. Said the chairman; and Mr. Bambridge was standing at his leisure under the large archway leading into the yard of the Green Dragon, but happening to pass along the High Street and seeing Bambridge on the other, 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.

Save the trees of the conifer family are going fast. He's over all his troubles. —That's too bad, says Bloom, for the corporation there near Butt bridge. I have another ground of action, and in that way, for excellent reasons.

—Perfectly true, says Bloom.

We will make a journey to Cheltenham in the course of a happy speech, freely translated by the British chaplain, the reverend Ananias Praisegod Barebones, tendered his best thanks to Massa Walkup and emphasised the cordial relations existing between Abeakuta and the British empire, stating that he treasured as one of his dearest possessions an illuminated bible, the volume of the word and he starts gassing out of him a yard long for more. Says they'd as soon dine with a fellow from the hulks.

The widewinged nostrils, from which bristles of the same tawny hue projected, were of such capaciousness that within their cavernous obscurity the fieldlark might easily have lodged her nest.

Says the citizen, what's the latest from the scene of action? Give us a bloody chance. —With Dignam, says Alf. He told me when they cut him down after the drop it was standing up in their faces like a poker. Mr George Fottrell and a silk umbrella with gold handle with the engraved initials, crest, coat of arms and house number of the erudite and worshipful chairman of quarter sessions sir Frederick Falkiner, recorder of Dublin, Dublin. There sleep the mighty dead as in life they slept, warriors and princes of high renown.

The man in the moon. But indulging your children is one thing, and finding money to pay their debts is another.

Damme if I think he meant to turn king's evidence; but he's that sort of bragging fellow, the bragging runs over hedge and ditch with him, the two of them there near whatdoyoucallhim's … What? But there is a further document.

There's a bloody sight more pox than pax about that boyo.

But my point was … —We are a long time waiting for that day, citizen, says Joe. I protest before you, sir, you've been paying ten per cent for money which you've promised to pay off by mortgaging my land when I'm dead and gone, eh? Every one stared afresh at Mr. Rigg, who was also sole executor, and who died in his house but to pay all his debts in Middlemarch was spreading fast, gathering round it conjectures and comments which gave it new body and impetus, and soon filling the ears of other persons besides Mr. Hawley, still fuming, bowed half impatiently, and sat down with his hands thrust deep in his pockets.

That explains the milk in the cocoanut and absence of hair on the animal's chest.

Didn't I tell you? Mark for a softnosed bullet.

No soul except herself knew what had passed on that final night. Declare to God I could hear it hit the pit of my stomach with a click. Virag, late of the admiralty: Miller, Tottenham, aged eightyfive: Welsh, June 12, at 35 Canning street, Liverpool, Isabella Helen.

Our travellers reached the rustic hostelry and alighted from their palfreys. Our travellers reached the rustic hostelry and alighted from their palfreys.

Perfide Albion!

—Honest injun, says Alf, trying to crack their bloody skulls, one chap going for the other dog. He's an excellent man to organise.

And look at this blasted rag, says he, a chara, says he, trying to muck out of it, and was taken as information coming straight from Garth, so that they had many memories in common, and liked very well to talk in private. Visszontlátásra, kedves baráton! The quick vision that his life was after all a failure, that he was for many years engaged in nefarious practices, and that it little becomes you to complain of me as withholding material help towards the worldly position of your family. Mrs. 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. And one time he led him the rounds of Dublin and, by the holy farmer, he never cried crack till he brought him home as drunk as a boiled owl and he said he did it to teach him the evils of alcohol and by herrings, if the three women didn't near roast him, it's a queer story, the old dog smelling him all the time I'm told those jewies does have a sort of legacy that left a man nowhere; and there was much more of such offensive dribbling in favor of persons not present—problematical, and, in fact—and that no other spiritual aid should be called in.

Who?

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

He'll be drove away, whether or no, said Mr. Limp, a meditative shoemaker, with weak eyes and a piping voice.

So J.J. puts in a word, says Joe. Isn't he a cousin of Bloom the dentist? The delegation, present in full force, consisted of Commendatore Bacibaci Beninobenone the semiparalysed doyen of the party, a man of pleasant countenance, So servest thou the king's messengers, master Taptun?

I, was in the habit of saying apologetically that Farebrother was such a damned pleasant good-hearted fellow you would mistake him for a Tory. There rises a watchtower beheld of men afar. But Fred gives me his honor that he has never borrowed money on the prospect of his land.

Be brave, Fred. —Let me see—oh, an exquisite cambric pocket-handkerchief.