That monster audience simply rocked with delight. But anon they were overcome with grief and clasped their hands 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. 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 there was not a dry eye in that record assemblage. A most romantic incident occurred when a handsome young Oxford graduate， noted for his chivalry towards the fair sex， stepped forward and， presenting his visiting card， bankbook and genealogical tree， solicited the hand of the hapless young lady， requesting her to name the day， and was accepted on the spot. Every lady in the audience was presented with a tasteful souvenir of the occasion in the shape of a skull and crossbones brooch， a timely and generous act which evoked a fresh outburst of emotion： and when the gallant young Oxonian (the bearer， by the way， of one of the most timehonoured names in Albion's history) placed on the finger of his blushing fiancée an expensive engagement ring with emeralds set in the form of a fourleaved shamrock excitement knew no bounds. Nay， even the stern provostmarshal， lieutenantcolonel Tomkin-Maxwell ffrenchmullan Tomlinson， who presided on the sad occasion， he who had blown a considerable number of sepoys from the cannonmouth without flinching， could not now restrain his natural emotion. With his mailed gauntlet he brushed away a furtive tear and was overheard by those privileged burghers who happened 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. Blimey it makes me kind of bleeding cry， straight， it does， when I sees her cause I thinks of my old mashtub what's waiting for me down Limehouse way.
So then the citizens begin 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 Joe and talking about the Gaelic league and the antitreating league and drink， the curse of Ireland. Antitreating is about the size of it. 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. And one night I went in with a fellow into one of their musical evenings， song and dance about she could get up on a truss of hay she could my Maureen Lay， and there was a fellow with a Ballyhooly blue ribbon badge spiffing out of him in Irish and a lot of colleen bawns going about with temperance beverages and selling medals and oranges and lemonade and a few old dry buns， gob， flahoolagh entertainment， don't be talking. Ireland sober is Ireland free. And then an old fellow starts blowing into his bagpipes and all the gougers shuffling their feet to the tune the old cow died of. And one or two sky pilots having an eye around that there was no goings on with the females， hitting below the belt.
So howandever， as I was saying， the old dog seeing the tin was empty starts mousing around by Joe and me. I'd train him by kindness， so I would， if he was my dog. Give him a rousing fine kick now and again where it wouldn't blind him.
-- Afraid he'll bite you？ says the citizen， sneering.
-- No， says 1. But he might take my leg for a lampost.
So he calls the old dog over.
-- What's on you， Garry？ says he.
Then he starts hauling and mauling and talking to him in Irish and the old towser growling， letting on to answer， like a duet in the opera. Such growling you never heard as they let off between them. Someone that has nothing better to do ought to write a letter pm bono publico to the papers about the muzzling order for a dog the like of that. Growling and grousing and his eye all bloodshot from the drouth is in it and the hydrophobia dropping out of his jaws.