father of the faithful （for so they called him） was grown so heavy that he could scarce walk to pasture。 To remedy which our cozening dames and damsels brought him his fodder in their apronlaps and as soon as his belly was full he would rear up on his hind quarters to show their ladyships a mystery and roar and bellow out of him in bull's language and they all after him。 Ay； says another； and so pampered was he that he would suffer nought to grow in all the land but green grass for himself （for that was the only colour to his mind） and there was a board put up on a hillock in the middle of the island with a printed notice； saying： By the lord Harry green is the grass that grows on the ground。 And； says Mr Dixon； if ever he got scent of a cattleraider in Rosmon or the wilds of Connemara or a husbandman in Sligo that was sowing as much as a handful of mustard or a bag of rapeseed out he run amok over half the countryside rooting up with his horns whatever was planted and all by lord Harry's orders。 There was bad blood between them at first； says Mr Vincent； and the lord Harry called farmer Nicholas all the old Nicks in the world and an old whoremaster that kept seven trulls in his house and I'll meddle in his matters； says he。 I'll make that animal smell hell； says he； with the help of that good pizzle my father left me。 But one evening； says Mr Dixon； when the lord Harry was cleaning his royal pelt to go to dinner after winning a boatrace （he had spade oars for himself but the first rule of the course was that the others were to row with pitchforks） he discovered in himself a wonderful likeness to a bull and on picking up a blackthumbed chapbook that he kept in the pantry he found sure enough that he was a lefthanded descendant of the famous champion bull of the Romans； Bos Bovum； which is good bog Latin for boss of the show。 After that； says Mr Vincent； the lord Harry put his head into a cow's drinking trough in the presence of all his courtiers and pulling it out again told them all his new name。 Then； with the water running off him； he got into an old smock and skirt that had belonged to his grandmother and bought a grammar of the bull's language to study but he could never learn a word of it except the first personal pronoun which he copied out big and got off by heart and if ever he went out for a walk he filled his pockets with chalk to write it up on what took his fancy； the side of a rock or a teahouse table or a bale of cotton or a corkfloat。 In short he and the bull of Ireland were soon as fast friends as an arse and a shirt。 They were； says Mr Stephen； and the end was that the men of the island； seeing no help was toward as the ungrate women were all of one mind； made a wherry raft； loaded themselves and their bundles of chattels on shipboard； set all masts erect； manned the yards； sprang their luff； heaved to； spread three sheets in the wind； put her head between wind and water； weighed anchor； ported her helm； ran up the jolly Roger； gave three times three； let the bullgine run； pushed off in their bumboat and put to sea to recover the main of America。 Which was the occasion； says Mr Vincent； of the posing by a boatswain of that rollicking chanty：
Pope Peter's but a pissabed。
A man's a man for a' that。
Our worthy acquaintance； Mr Malachi Mulligan； now appeared in the doorway as the students were finishing their apologue acpanied with a friend whom he had just rencountered； a young gentleman； his name Alec Bannon； who had late e to town； it being his intention to buy a colour or a cornetcy in the fencibles and list for the wars。 Mr Mulligan was civil enough to express some relish of it all the more as it jumped with a project of his own for the cure of the very evil that had been touched on。 Whereat he handed round to the pany a set of pasteboard cards which he had had printed that day at Mr Quinnell's bearing a legend printed in fair italics： Mr Malachi Mulligan； Fertiliser and Incubator； Lambay Island。 His project； as he went on to expound； was to withdraw from the round of idle pleasures such as form the chief business of sir Fopling Popinjay and sir Milksop Quidnunc in town and to devote himself to the noblest task for which our bodily organism has been framed。 Well； let us hear of it； good my friend； said Mr Dixon。 I make no doubt it smacks of wenching。 e； be seated； both。 'Tis as cheap sitting as standing。 Mr Mulligan accepted of the invitation and； expatiating on his design； told his hearers that he had been led into this thought by a consideration of the causes of sterility； both the inhibitory and the prohibitory； whether the inhibition in its turn were due to conjugal vexations or to a parsimony of the balance as well as whether the prohibition proceeded from defects congenital or from proclivities acquired。 It grieved him plaguily； he said； to see the nuptial couch defrauded of its dearest pledges： and to reflect upon so many agreeable females with rich jointures； a prey for the vilest bonzes； who hide their flambeau under a bushel in an uncongenial cloister or lose their womanly bloom in the embraces of some unaccountable muskin when they might multiply the inlets of happiness； sacrificing the inestimable jewel of their sex when a hundred pretty fellows were at hand to caress； this； he assured them； made his heart weep。 To curb this inconvenience （which he concluded due to a suppression of latent heat）； having advised with certain counsellors of worth and inspected into this matter； he had resolved to purchase in fee simple for ever the freehold of Lambay island from its holder； lord Talbot de Malahide； a Tory gentleman of not much in favour with our ascendancy party。 He proposed to set up there a national fertilising farm to be named Omphalos with an obelisk hewn and erected after the fashion of Egypt and to offer his dutiful yeoman services for the fecundation of any female of what grade of life soever who should there direct to him with the desire of fulfilling the functions of her natural。 Money was no object； he said； nor would he take a penny for his pains。 The poorest kitchenwench no less than the opulent lady of fashion； if so be their constructions； and their tempers were warm persuaders for their petitions； would find in him their man。 For his nutriment he shewed how he would feed himself exclusively upon a diet of savoury tubercles and fish and coneys there； the flesh of these latter prolific rodents being highly remended for his purpose； both broiled and stewed with a blade of mace and a pod or two of capsicum chillies。 After this homily which he delivered with much warmth of asseveration Mr Mulligan in a trice put off from his hat a kerchief with which he had shielded it。 The both； it seems； had been overtaken by the rain and for all their mending their pace had taken water； as might be observed by Mr Mulligan's smallclothes of a hodden grey which was now somewhat piebald。 His project meanwhile was very favourably entertained by his auditors and won hearty eulogies from all though Mr Dixon of Mary's excepted to it； asking with a finicking air did he purpose also to carry coals to Newcastle。 Mr Mulligan however made court to the scholarly by an apt quotation from the classics which as it dwelt upon his memory seemed to him a sound and tasteful support of his contention： Talis ac tanta depravatio hujus seculi； O quirites； ut matres familiarum nostro lascivas cujuslibet semiviri libici titillationes testibus ponderosis atque excelsis erectionibus centurionum Romanorum magnopere anteponunt： while for those of ruder wit he drove home his point by analogies of the animal kingdom more suitable to their stomach； the buck and doe of the forest glade； the farmyard drake and duck。
Valuing himself not a little upon his elegance； being indeed a proper man of his person； this talkative now applied himself to his dress with animadversions of some heat upon the sudden whimsy of the atmospherics while the pany lavished their eniums upon the project he had advanced。 The young gentleman； his friend； overjoyed as he was at a passage that had befallen him； could not forbear to tell it his nearest neighbour。 Mr Mulligan； now perceiving the table； asked for whom were those loaves and fishes and； seeing the stranger； he made him a civil bow and said； Pray； sir； was you in need of any professional assistance we could give？ Who； upon his offer； thanked him very heartily； though preserving his proper distance； and replied that he was e there about a lady； now an inmate of Horne's house； that was in an interesting condition； poor lady； from woman's woe （and here he fetched a deep sigh） to know if her happiness had yet taken place。 Mr Dixon； to turn the table； took on to ask Mr Mulligan himself whether his incipient ventripotence； upon which he rallied him； betokened an ovoblastic gestation in the prostatic utricle or male womb or was due as with the noted physician； Mr Austin Meldon； to a wolf in the stomach。 For answer Mr Mulligan； in a gale of laughter at his smalls； smote himself bravely below the diaphragm； exclaiming with an admirable droll mimic of Mother Grogan （the most excellent creature of her sex though 'tis pity she's a trollop）： There's a belly that never bore a bastard。 This was so happy a conceit that it renewed the storms of mirth and threw the whole room into the most violent agitations of delight。 The spry rattle had run on in the same vein of mimicry but for some larum in the antechamber。
Here the listener； who was none other than the Scotch student； a little fume of a fellow； blond as tow； congratulated in the liveliest fashion with the young gentleman and； interrupting the narrative at a salient point； having desired his visavis with a polite beck to have the obligingness to pass him a flagon of cordial waters at the same time by a questioning pose of the head （a whole century of polite breeding had not achieved so nice a gesture） to which was united an equivalent but contrary balance of the head； asked the narrator as plainly as was ever done in words if he might treat him with a cup of it。 Mais bien s？r； noble stranger； said he cheerily； et mille pliments。 That you may and very opportunely。 There wanted nothing but this cup to crown my felicity。 But； gracious heaven； was I left with but a crust in my wa