appy too as they gaze down and smile upon the touching scene。 Reverently look at her as she reclines there with the motherlight in her eyes； that longing hunger for baby fingers （a pretty sight it is to see）； in the first bloom of her new motherhood； breathing a silent prayer of thanksgiving to One above； the Universal Husband。 And as her loving eyes behold her babe she wishes only one blessing more； to have her dear Doady there with her to share her joy； to lay in his arms that mite of God's clay； the fruit of their lawful embraces。 He is older now （you and I may whisper it） and a trifle stooped in the shoulders yet in the whirligig of years a grave dignity has e to the conscientious second accountant of the Ulster bank； College Green branch。 O Doady； loved one of old； faithful lifemate now； it may never be again； that faroff time of the roses！ With the old shake of her pretty head she recalls those days。 God； how beautiful now across the mist of years！ But their children are grouped in her imagination about the bedside； hers and his； Charley； Mary Alice； Frederick Albert （if he had lived）； Mamy； Budgy （Victoria Frances）； Tom； Violet Constance Louisa； darling little Bobsy （called after our famous hero of the South African war； lord Bobs of Waterford and Candahar） and now this last pledge of their union； a Purefoy if ever there was one； with the true Purefoy nose。 Young hopeful will be christened Mortimer Edward after the influential third cousin of Mr Purefoy in the Treasury Remembrancer's office； Dublin Castle。 And so time wags on： but father Cronion has dealt lightly here。 No； let no sigh break from that bosom； dear gentle Mina。 And Doady； knock the ashes from your pipe； the seasoned briar you still fancy when the curfew rings for you （may it be the distant day！） and dout the light whereby you read in the Sacred Book for the oil too has run low and so with a tranquil heart to bed； to rest。 He knows and will call in His own good time。 You too have fought the good fight and played loyally your man's part。 Sir； to you my hand。 Well done； thou good and faithful servant！
There are sins or （let us call them as the world calls them） evil memories which are hidden away by man in the darkest places of the heart but they abide there and wait。 He may suffer their memory to grow dim； let them be as though they had not been and all but persuade himself that they were not or at least were otherwise。 Yet a chance word will call them forth suddenly and they will rise up to confront him in the most various circumstances； a vision or a dream； or while timbrel and harp soothe his senses or amid the cool silver tranquillity of the evening or at the feast at midnight when he is now filled with wine。 Not to insult over him will the vision e as over one that lies under her wrath； not for vengeance to cut off from the living but shrouded in the piteous vesture of the past； silent； remote； reproachful。
The stranger still regarded on the face before him a slow recession of that false calm there； imposed； as it seemed； by habit or some studied trick； upon words so embittered as to accuse in their speaker an unhealthiness； a flair； for the cruder things of life。 A scene disengages itself in the observer's memory； evoked； it would seem； by a word of so natural a homeliness as if those days were really present there （as some thought） with their immediate pleasures。 A shaven space of lawn one soft May evening； the wellremembered grove of lilacs at Roundtown； purple and white； fragrant slender spectators of the game but with much real interest in the pellets as they run slowly forward over the sward or collide and stop； one by its fellow； with a brief alert shock。 And yonder about that grey urn where the water moves at times in thoughtful irrigation you saw another as fragrant sisterhood； Floey； Atty； Tiny and their darker friend with I know not what of arresting in her pose then； Our Lady of the Cherries； a ely brace of them pendent from an ear； bringing out the foreign warmth of the skin so daintily against the cool ardent fruit。 A lad of four or five in linseywoolsey （blossomtime but there will be cheer in the kindly hearth when ere long the bowls are gathered and hutched） is standing on the urn secured by that circle of girlish fond hands。 He frowns a little just as this young man does now with a perhaps too conscious enjoyment of danger but must needs glance at whiles towards where his mother watches from the piazzetta giving upon the flower…close with a faint shadow of remoteness or of reproach （alles Verg？nghche） in her glad look。
Mark this farther and remember。 The end es suddenly。 Enter that antechamber of birth where the studious are assembled and note their faces。 Nothing； as it seems； there of rash or violent。 Quietude of custody rather； befitting their station in that house； the vigilant watch of shepherds and of angels about a crib in Bethlehem of Juda long ago。 But as before the lightning the serried stormclouds； heavy with preponderant excess of moisture； in swollen masses turgidly distended； pass earth and sky in one vast slumber； impending above parched field and drowsy oxen and blighted growth of shrub and verdure till in an instant a flash rives their centres and with the reverberation of the thunder the cloudburst pours its torrent； so and not otherwise was the transformation； violent and instantaneous； upon the utterance of the Word。
Burke's！ Outflings my lord Stephen； giving the cry； and a tag and bobtail of all them after； cockerel； jackanapes； welsher； pilldoctor； punctual Bloom at heels with a universal grabbing at headgear； ashplants； bilbos； Panama hats and scabbards； Zermatt alpenstocks and what not。 A dedale of lusty youth； noble every student there。 Nurse Callan taken aback in the hallway cannot stay them nor smiling surgeon ing downstairs with news of placentation ended； a full pound if a milligramme。 They hark him on。 The door！ It is open？ Ha？ They are out tumultuously； off for a minute's race； all bravely legging it； Burke's of Denzille and Holles their ulterior goal。 Dixon follows； giving them sharp language but raps out an oath； he too； and on。 Bloom stays with nurse a thought to send a kind word to happy mother and nurseling up there。 Doctor Diet and Doctor Quiet。 Looks she too not other now？ Ward of watching in Horne's house has told its tale in that washedout pallor。 Them all being gone； a glance of motherwit helping he whispers close in going： Madam； when es the storkbird for thee？
The air without is impregnated with raindew moisture； life essence celestial； glistering on Dublin stone there under starshiny coelum。 God's air； the Allfather's air； scintillant circumambient cessile air。 Breathe it deep into thee。 By heaven； Theodore Purefoy； thou hast done a doughty deed and no botch！ Thou art； I vow； the remarkablest progenitor barring none in this chaffering allincluding most farraginous chronicle。 Astounding！ In her lay a Godframed Godgiven preformed possibility which thou hast fructified with thy modicum of man's work。 Cleave to her！ Serve！ Toil on； labour like a very bandog and let scholarment and all Malthusiasts go hang。 Thou art all their daddies； Theodore。 Art drooping under thy load； bemoiled with butcher's bills at home and ingots （not thine！） in the countinghouse？ Head up？ For every newbegotten thou shalt gather thy homer of ripe wheat。 See； thy fleece is drenched。 Dost envy Darby Dullman there with his Joan？ A canting jay and a rheumeyed curdog is all their progeny。 Pshaw； I tell thee！ He is a mule； a dead gasteropod； without vim or stamina； not worth a cracked kreutzer。 Copulation without population！ No； say I！ Herod's slaughter of the innocents were the truer name。 Vegetables； forsooth； and sterile cohabitation！ Give her beefsteaks； red； raw； bleeding！ She is a hoary pandemonium of ills； enlarged glands； mumps； quinsy； bunions； hayfever； bedsores； ringworm； floating kidney； Derbyshire neck； warts； bilious attacks； gallstones； cold feet； varicose veins。 A truce to threnes and trentals and jeremies and all such congenital defunctive music。 Twenty years of it； regret them not。 With thee it was not as with many that will and would and wait and never do。 Thou sawest thy America； thy lifetask； and didst charge to cover like the transpontine bison。 How saith Zarathusthra？ Deine kuh Trübsal melkest Du。 Nun trinkst Du die süsse Milch des Euters。 See！ It displodes for thee in abundance。 Drink； man； an udderful！ Mother's milk； Purefoy； the milk of human kin； milk too of those burgeoning stars overhead； rutilant in thin rainvapour； punch milk； such as those rioters will quaff in their guzzlingden； milk of madness； the honeymilk of Canaan's land。 Thy cow's dug was tough； what？ Ay； but her milk is hot and sweet and fattening。 No dollop this but thick rich bonnyclaber。 To her； old patriarch！ Pap！ Per deam Partulam et Pertundam nunc est bibendum！
All off for a buster； armstrong； hollering down the street。 Bonafides。 Where you slep las nigh？ Timothy of the battered naggin。 Like ole Billyo。 Any brollies or gumboots in the family？ Where the Henry Nevil's sawbones and ole clo？ Sorra one o me knows。 Hurrah there； Dix！ Forward the ribbon counter。 Where's Punch？ All serene。 Jay； look at the drunken minister ing out of the maternity hospal！ Benedicat vos omnipotens Deus； Pater et Filius。 A make； mister。 The Denzille lane boys。 Hell； blast ye！ Scoot。 Righto； Isaacs； shove em out of the bleeding limelight。 Yous join us； dear sir？ No hentrusion in life。 Lou heap good man。 Allee samee this bunch。 En avant； mes enfants！ Fire away number one on the gun。 Burke's！ Thence they advanced five parasangs。 Slattery's mounted foot where's that bleeding awfur？ Parson Steve； apostates' creed！ No； no。 Mulligan！ Abaft there！ Shove ahead。 Keep a watch on the clock。 Chuckingout time。 Mullee！ What's on you？ Ma mère m'a mariée。 British Beatitudes！ Ratamplan Digidi Boum Boum。 Ayes have it。 To be printed and bound at the Druiddrum press by two designing females。 Calf covers of pissedon green。 word in art shades。 Most beautiful book e out of Ireland my time。 Silentium！ Get a spurt on。 Tention。 Proceed to nearest canteen and there annex liquor stores。 March！ Tramp； tramp the boys are （attitudes！） parching。 Beer； beef； business； bibles； bulldogs； battles