regal ladies waving their handkerchiefs in their excitement while the even more excitable foreign delegates cheered vociferously in a medley of cries； hoch； banzai； eljen； zivio； chinchin； polla kronia； hiphip； vive； Allah； amid which the ringing evviva of the delegate of the land of song （a high double F recalling those piercingly lovely notes with which the eunuch Catalani beglamoured our greatgreatgrandmothers） was easily distinguishable。 It was exactly seventeen o'clock。 The signal for prayer was then promptly given by megaphone and in an instant all heads were bared； the mendatore's patriarchal sombrero； which has been in the possession of his family since the revolution of Rienzi； being removed by his medical adviser in attendance； Dr Pippi。 The learned prelate who administered the last forts 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 offered up to the throne of grace fervent prayers of supplication。 Hard by the block stood the grim figure of the executioner； his visage being concealed in a tengallon pot with two circular perforated apertures through which his eyes glowered furiously。 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 provided by the admirers of his fell but necessary office。 On a handsome mahogany table near him were neatly arranged the quartering knife； the various finely tempered disembowelling appliances （specially supplied by the worldfamous firm of cutlers； Messrs John Round and Sons； Sheffield）； a terracotta saucepan for the reception of the duodenum； colon； blind intestine and appendix etc when successfully extracted and two modious milkjugs destined to receive the most precious blood of the most precious victim。 The housesteward of the amalgamated cats' and dogs' home was in attendance to convey these vessels when replenished to that beneficent institution。 Quite an excellent repast consisting of rashers and eggs； fried steak and onions； done to a nicety； delicious hot breakfast rolls and invigorating tea had been considerately provided by the authorities for the consumption of the central figure of the tragedy who was in capital spirits when prepared for death and evinced the keenest interest in the proceedings from beginning to end but he； with an abnegation rare in these our times； rose nobly to the occasion and expressed the dying wish （immediately acceded to） that the meal should be divided in aliquot parts among the members of the sick and indigent roomkeeper's association as a token of his regard and esteem。 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。 The hero folded her willowy form in a loving embrace murmuring fondly Sheila； my own。 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。 She swore to him as they mingled the salt streams of their tears that she would cherish his memory； that she would never forget her hero boy who went to his death with a song on his lips as if he were but going to a hurling match in Clonturk park。 She brought back to his recollection the happy days of blissful childhood together on the banks of Anna Liffey when they had indulged in the innocent pastimes of the young and； oblivious of the dreadful present； they both laughed heartily； all the spectators； including the venerable pastor； joining in the general merriment。 That monster audience simply rocked with delight。 But anon they were overe 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。
All those who are interested in the spread of human culture among the lower animals （and their name is legion） should make a point of not missing the really marvellous exhibition of cynanthropy given by the famous old Irish red wolfdog setter formerly known by the sobriquet of Garryowen and recently rechristened by his large circle of friends and acquaintances Owen Garry。 The exhibition； which is the result of years of training by kindness and a carefully thoughtout dietary system； prises； among other achievements； the recitation of verse。 Our greatest living phonetic expert （wild horses shall not drag it from us！） has left no stone unturned in his efforts to delucidate and pare the verse recited and has found it bears a striking resemblance （the italics are ours） to the ranns of ancient Celtic bards。 We are not speaking 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 munication 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 Donald MacConsidine to say nothing of a more modern lyrist at present very much in the public eye。 We subjoin a specimen which has been rendered into English by an eminent scholar whose name for the moment we are not at liberty to disclose though we believe our readers will find the topical allusion rather more than an indication。 The metrical system of the canine original； which recalls the intricate alliterative and isosyllabic rules of the Welsh englyn； is infinitely more plicated but we believe our readers will agree that the spirit has been well caught。 Perhaps it should be added that the effect is greatly increased if Owen's verse be spoken somewhat slowly and indistinctly in a tone suggestive of suppressed rancour。
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。
So he told Terry to bring some water for the dog and； gob； you could hear him lapping it up a mile off。 And Joe asked him would he have another。
I will； says he； a chara； to show there's no ill feeling。