m ancient ages。 L。 Bloom； who met with a mixed reception of applause and hisses； having espoused the negative the vocalist chairman brought the discussion to a close； in response to repeated requests and hearty plaudits from all parts of a bumper house； by a remarkably noteworthy rendering of the immortal Thomas Osborne Davis' evergreen verses （happily too familiar to need recalling here） A nation once again in the execution of which the veteran patriot champion may be said without fear of contradiction to have fairly excelled himself。 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。 His superb highclass vocalism； which by its superquality greatly enchanced his already international reputation； was vociferously applauded by the large audience amongst which were to be noticed many prominent members of the clergy as well as representatives of the press and the bar and the other learned professions。 The proceedings then terminated。
Amongst the clergy present were the very rev。 William Delany； S。 J。； L。 L。 D。； the rt rev。 Gerald Molloy； D。 D。； the rev。 P。 J。 Kavanagh； C。 S。 Sp。； the rev。 T。 Waters； C。 C。； the rev。 John M。 Ivers； P。 P。； the rev。 P。 J。 Cleary； O。 S。 F。； the rev。 L。 J。 Hickey； O。 P。； the very rev。 Fr。 Nicholas； O。 S。 F。 C。； the very rev。 B。 Gorman。 O。 D。 C。； the rev。 T。 Maher； S。 J。； the very rev。 James Murphy； S。 J。； the rev。 John Lavery； V。 F。； the very rev。 William Doherty； D。 D。； the rev。 Peter Fagan； O。 M。； the rev。 T。 Brangan； O。 S。 A。； the rev。 J。 Flavin； C。 C。； the rev。 M。 A。 Hackett； C。 C。； the rev。 W。 Hurley； C。 C。； the rt rev。 Mgr M'Manus； V。 G。； the rev。 B。 R。 Slattery； O。 M。 I。； the very rev。 M。 D。 Scally； P。 P。； the rev。 F。 T。 Purcell； O。 P。； the very rev。 Timothy canon Gorman； P。 P。； the rev。 J。 Flanagan； C。 C。 The laity included P。 Fay； T。 Quirke； etc。； etc。
Talking about violent exercise； says Alf； were you at that Keogh…Bennett match？
No； says Joe。
I heard So and So made a cool hundred quid over it； says Alf。
Who？ Blazes？ says Joe。
And says Bloom：
What I meant about tennis； for example； is the agility and training of the eye。
Ay； Blazes； says Alf。 He let out that Myler was on the beer to run the odds and he swatting all the time。
We know him； says the citizen。 The traitor's son。 We know what put English gold in his pocket。
True for you； says Joe。
And Bloom cuts in again about lawn tennis and the circulation of the blood； asking Alf：
Now don't you think； Bergan？
Myler dusted the floor with him； says Alf。 Heenan and Sayers was only a bloody fool to it。 Handed him the father and mother of a beating。 See the little kipper not up to his navel and the big fellow swiping。 God； he gave him one last puck in the wind。 Queensberry rules and all； made him puke what he never ate。
It was a historic and a hefty battle when Myler and Percy were scheduled to don the gloves for the purse of fifty sovereigns。 Handicapped as he was by lack of poundage； Dublin's pet lamb made up for it by superlative skill in ringcraft。 The final bout of fireworks was a gruelling for both champions。 The welterweight sergeantmajor had tapped some lively claret in the previous mixup during which Keogh had been receivergeneral of rights and lefts； the artilleryman putting in some neat work on the pet's nose； and Myler came on looking groggy。 The soldier got to business leading off with a powerful left jab to which the Irish gladiator retaliated by shooting out a stiff one flush to the point of Bennett's jaw。 The redcoat ducked but the Dubliner lifted him with a left hook； the body punch being a fine one。 The men came to handigrips。 Myler quickly became busy and got his man under； the bout ending with the bulkier man on the ropes； Myler punishing him。 The Englishman； whose right eye was nearly closed； 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 was a fight to a finish and the best man for it。 The two fought like tigers and excitement ran fever high。 The referee twice cautioned Pucking Percy for holding but the pet was tricky and his footwork a treat to watch。 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。 It was a knockout clean and clever。 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。
He knows which side his bread is buttered； says Alf。 I hear he's running a concert tour now up in the north。
He is； says Joe。 Isn't he？
Who？ says Bloom。 Ah； yes。 That's quite true。 Yes； a kind of summer tour； you see。 Just a holiday。
Mrs B。 is the bright particular star； isn't she？ says Joe。
My wife？ says Bloom。 She's singing； yes。 I think it will be a success too。 He's an excellent man to organise。 Excellent。
Hoho begob； says I to myself； says I。 That explains the milk in the cocoanut and absence of hair on the animal's chest。 Blazes doing the tootle on the flute。 Concert tour。 Dirty Dan the dodger's son off Island bridge that sold the same horses twice over to the government to fight the Boers。 Old Whatwhat。 I called about the poor and water rate； Mr Boylan。 You what？ The water rate； Mr Boylan。 You whatwhat？ That's the bucko that'll organise her； take my tip。 'Twixt me and you Caddereesh。
Pride of Calpe's rocky mount； the ravenhaired daughter of Tweedy。 There grew she to peerless beauty where loquat and almond scent the air。 The gardens of Alameda knew her step： the garths of olives knew and bowed。 The chaste spouse of Leopold is she： Marion of the bountiful bosoms。
And lo； there entered one of the clan of the O'Molloys； a ely hero of white face yet withal somewhat ruddy； his majesty's counsel learned in the law； and with him the prince and heir of the noble line of Lambert。
Hello； Ned。
Hello； Alf。
Hello； Jack。
Hello； Joe。
God save you； says the citizen。
Save you kindly； says J。 J。 What'll it be； Ned？
Half one； says Ned。
So J。 J。 ordered the drinks。
Were you round at the court？ says Joe。
Yes； says J。 J。 He'll square that； Ned； says he。
Hope so； says Ned。
Now what were those two at？ J。 J。 getting him off the grand jury list and the other give him a leg over the stile。 With his name in Stubbs's。 Playing cards； hobnobbing with flash toffs with a swank glass in their eye； drinking fizz and he half smothered in writs and garnishee orders。 Pawning his gold watch in Cummins of Francis street where no…one would know him in the private office when I was there with Pisser releasing his boots out of the pop。 What's your name； sir？ Dunne； says he。 Ay； and done； says I。 Gob； ye'll e home by weeping cross one of these days； I'm thinking。
Did you see that bloody lunatic Breen round there； says Alf。 U。 p。 up。
Yes； says J。 J。 Looking for a private detective。
Ay； says Ned； and he wanted right go wrong to address the court only Corny Kelleher got round him telling him to get the handwriting examined first。
Ten thousand pounds； says Alf laughing。 God I'd give anything to hear him before a judge and jury。
Was it you did it； Alf？ says Joe。 The truth； the whole truth and nothing but the truth； so help you Jimmy Johnson。
Me？ says Alf。 Don't cast your nasturtiums on my character。
Whatever statement you make； says Joe； will be taken down in evidence against you。
Of course an action would lie； says J。 J。 It implies that he is not pos mentis。 U。 p。 up。
pos your eye！ says Alf； laughing。 Do you know that he's balmy？ Look at his head。 Do you know that some mornings he has to get his hat on with a shoehorn？
Yes； says J。 J。； but the truth of a libel is no defence to an indictment for publishing it in the eyes of the law。
Ha； ha； Alf； says Joe。
Still； says Bloom； on account of the poor woman； I mean his wife。
Pity about her； says the citizen。 Or any other woman marries a half and half。
How half and half？ says Bloom。 Do you mean he。
Half and half I mean； says the citizen。 A fellow that's neither fish nor flesh。
Nor good red herring； says Joe。
That what's I mean； says the citizen。 A pishogue； if you know what that is。
Begob I saw there was trouble ing。 And Bloom explained he meant； on account of it being cruel for the wife having to go round after the old stuttering fool。 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。 And she with her nose cockahoop after she married him because a cousin of his old fellow's was pew opener to the pope。 Picture of him on the wall with his smashall sweeney's moustaches。 The signor Brini from Summerhill； the eyetallyano； papal zouave to the Holy Father； has left the quay and gone to Moss street。 And who was he； tell us？ A nobody； two pair back and passages； at seven shillings a week； and he covered with all kinds of breastplates bidding defiance to the world。
And moreover； says J。 J。； a postcard is publication。 It was held to be sufficient evidence of malice in the testcase Sadgrove v。 Hole。 In my opinion an action might lie。
Six and eightpence； please。 Who wants your opinion？ Let us drink our pints in peace。 Gob； we won't be let even do that much itself。
Well； good health； Jack； says Ned。
Good health； Ned； says J。 J。
There he is again； says Joe。
Where？ says Alf。
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 father； trying to sell him a secondhand coffin。
How did that Canada swindle case go off？ says Joe。
Remanded； says J。 J。
One of the bottlenosed fraternity it was went by the name of James Wought alias Saphiro alias Spark and Spiro； put an ad in the papers saying he'd give a passage to Canada