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Nagyaságos uram Lipóti Virag, late of Messrs Alexander Thom's, printers to His Majesty, on the occasion of his departure for the distant clime of Százharminczbrojúgulyás-Dugulás (Meadow of Murmuring Waters). The ceremony which went off with great éclat was characterised by the most affecting cordiality. 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 ornament, a work which reflects every credit on the makers, Messrs Jacob agus Jacob. The departing guest was the recipient of a hearty ovation, many 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 Rakóczsy's March. Tarbarrels and bonfires were lighted along the coastline of the four seas on the summits of the Hill of Howth, Three Rock Mountain, Sugarloaf, Bray Head, the mountains of Mourne, the Galtees, the Ox and Donegal and Sperrin peaks, the Nagles and the Bograghs, the Connemara hills, the reeks of M'Gillicuddy, Slieve Aughty, Slieve Bernagh and Slieve Bloom. 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 mastodontic pleasureship slowly moved away saluted by a final floral tribute from the representatives of the fair sex 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. Visszontlátásra, kedvés barátom! Visszontlátásra! Gone but not forgotten.
fdv: "A large and appreciative gathering of friends and acquaintances assembled to bid farewell to Mr Leopold Bloom on the occasion of his departure. The ceremony which was characterized by the most affecting cordiality was rendered all the more picturesque by the presence of numerous delegates from all parts of the provinces whose traditional national costumes lent a welcome note of colour to the scene. An illuminated address, the work of Irish artists, was presented to the distinguished orientalist 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 ornament, a work which reflects credit on the makers, Messrs. Jacob and Jacob. The departing guest was the recipient of a hearty ovation, many of those present being visibly moved when the select orchestra of Irish pipes struck up the wellknown strains of Come back to Erin as a sendoff. Amid the echoing cheers of the multitude the vessel slowly put off, saluted by a final floral tribute from the representatives of the fair sex who were present in large numbers. Gone but not soon forgotten!
It was the mercy of God the sun was in his eyes. Anyway he made a swipe in the air and let fly. God, he near sent it into the county Longford. The bloody tin fell on the cobblestones with a crash that would waken the dead. You know he's a powerful fellow Cusack. Best man in Ireland in his time at putting the fifty six pound shot. That's a fact. He won prizes and cups and medals. O, Cusack was a famous man in his day, faith.
Well you should have heard the yells of the crowd and the horse took fright and off with him and all the ragtag and bobtail after the car, warhooping."
Gob, the devil wouldn't stop him till he got hold of the bloody tin anyhow and out with him and little Alf hanging on to his elbow and he shouting like a stuck pig, as good as any bloody play in the Queen's royal theatre:
— Where is he till I murder him?
And Ned and J.J. paralysed with the laughing.
— Bloody wars, says I, I'll be in for the last gospel.
But as luck would have it the jarvey got the nag's head round the other way and off with him.
— Hold on, citizen, says Joe. Stop!
Begob he drew his hand and made a swipe and let fly. Mercy of God the sun was in his eyes or he'd have left him for dead. Gob, he near sent it into the county Longford. The bloody nag took fright and the old mongrel after
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