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# The Annotated "Ulysses"/Page 101

Kelleher opened the sidedoors and the gravediggers came in, hoisted the coffin again, carried it out and shoved it on their cart. Corny Kelleher gave one wreath to the boy and one to the brother-in-law. All followed them out of the sidedoors into the mild grey air. Mr Bloom came last, folding his paper again into his pocket. He gazed gravely at the ground till the coffin- cart wheeled off to the left. The metal wheels ground the gravel with a sharp grating cry and the pack of blunt boots followed the barrow along a lane of sepulchres.
The ree the ra the ree the ra the roo. Lord, I mustn’t lilt here.
— The O’Connell circle, Mr Dedalus said about him.
Mr Power’s soft eyes went up to the apex of the lofty cone.
— He’s at rest, he said, in the middle of his people, old Dan O’. But his heart is buried in Rome. How many broken hearts are buried here, Simon!
— Her grave is over there, Jack, Mr Dedalus said. I’Il soon be stretched beside her. Let Him take me whenever He likes.
Breaking down, he began to weep to himself quietly, stumbling a little in his walk. Mr Power took his arm.
— She’s better where she is, he said kindly.
— I suppose so, Mr Dedalus said with a weak gasp. I suppose she is in heaven if there is a heaven.
Corny Kelleher stepped aside from his rank and allowed the mourners to plod by.
— Sad occasions, Mr Kernan began politely.
Mr Bloom closed his eyes and sadly twice bowed his head.
— The others are putting on their hats, Mr Kernan said. I suppose we can do so too. We are the last. This cemetery is a treacherous place.
They covered their heads.
— The reverend gentleman read the service too quickly, don’t you think? Mr Kernan said with reproof.
Mr Bloom nodded gravely, looking in the quick bloodshot eyes. Secret eyes, secret searching eyes. Mason, I think : not sure. Beside him again. We are the last. In the same boat. Hope he’ll say something else.
Mr Kernan added :
— The service of the Irish church, used in Mount Jerome, is simpler, more impressive, I must say.
Mr Bloom gave prudent assent. The language of course was another thing.
Mr Kernan said with solemnity :
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— I am the resurrection and the life. That touches a man’s inmost heart.
— It does, Mr Bloom said.
Your heart perhaps but what price the fellow in the six feet by two with his toes to the daisies? No touching that. Seat of the affections. Broken heart. A pump after all, pumping thousands of gallons of blood every day. One fine day it gets bunged up and there you are. Lots of them lying around here : lungs, hearts, livers. Old rusty pumps : damn the thing else. The resurrection and the life. Once you are dead you are dead. That last day idea. Knocking them all up out of their graves. Come forth, Lazarus! And he came fifth and lost the job. Get up! Last day! Then every fellow mousing around for his liver and his lights and the rest of his traps. Find damn all of himself that morning. Pennyweight of powder in a skull. Twelve grammes one pennyweight. Troy measure.
Corny Kelleher fell into step at their side.
— Everything went off A I, he said. What?
He looked on them from his drawling eye. Policeman’s shoulders. With your tooraloom tooraloom.
— As it should be, Mr Kernan said.
— What? Eh? Corny Kelleher said.
Mr Kernan assured him.
— Who is that chap behind with Tom Kernan? John Henry Menton asked. I know his face.
Ned Lambert glanced back.
— Bloom, he said, Madam Marion Tweedy that was, is, I mean, the soprano. She’s his wife.
— O, to be sure, John Henry Menton said. I haven’t seen her for some time. She was a finelooking woman. I danced with her, wait, fifteen seventeen golden years ago, at Mat Dillon’s, in Roundtown. And a good armful she was.
He looked behind through the others.
— What is he? he asked. What does he do? Wasn’t he in the stationery line? I fell foul of him one evening, I remember, at bowls.
Ned Lambert smiled.
— Yes, he was, he said, in Wisdom Hely’s. A traveller for blottingpaper.
— In God’s name, John Henry Menton said, what did she marry a coon like that for? She had plenty of game in her then.
— Has still, Ned Lambert said. He does some canvassing for ads.
John Henry Menton’s large eyes stared ahead.
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The barrow turned into a side lane. A portly man, ambushed among the grasses, raised his hat in homage. The gravediggers touched their caps.
— John O’Connell, Mr Power said, pleased. He never forgets a friend.
Mr O’Connell shook all their hands in silence. Mr Dedalus said :
— I am come to pay you another visit.
— My dear Simon, the caretaker answered in a low voice. I don’t want your custom at all.
Saluting Ned Lambert and John Henry Menton he walked on at Martin Cunningham’s side, puzzling two keys at his back.
— Did you hear that one, he asked them, about Mulcahy from the Coombe?
— I did not, Martin Cunningham said.
They bent their silk hats in concert and Hynes inclined his ear. The caretaker hung his thumbs in the loops of his gold watch chain and spoke in a discreet tone to their vacant smiles.
— They tell the story, he said, that two drunks came out here one foggy evening to look for the grave of a friend of theirs. They asked for Mulcahy from the Coombe and were told where he was buried. After traipsing about in the fog they found the grave, sure enough. One of the drunks spelt out the name : Terence Mulcahy. The other drunk was blinking up at a statue of our Saviour the widow had got put up.
The caretaker blinked up at one of the sepulchres they passed. He resumed :
— And, after blinking up at the sacred figure, Not a bloody bit like the man, says he. That’s not Mulcahy, says he, whoever done it.
Rewarded by smiles he fell back and spoke with Corny Kelleher, accepting the dockets given him, turning them over and scanning them as he walked.
— That’s all done with a purpose, Martin Cunningham explained to Hynes.
— I know, Hynes said, I know that.
— To cheer a fellow up, Martin Cunningham said. It’s pure good- heartedness : damn the thing else.
Mr Bloom admired the caretaker’s prosperous bulk. All want to be on good terms with him. Decent fellow, John O’Connell, real good sort. Keys : like Keyes’s ad : no fear of anyone getting out, no passout checks. Habeat corpus. I must see about that ad after the funeral. Did I write Ballsbridge on the envelope I took to cover when she disturbed me writing to Martha? Hope it’s not chucked
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Cramped in this carriage. She mightn’t like me to come that way without letting her know. Must be careful about women. Catch them once with their pants down. Never forgive you after. Fifteen.
The high railings of Prospect rippled past their gaze. Dark poplars, rare white forms. Forms more frequent, white shapes thronged amid the trees, white forms and fragments streaming by mutely, sustaining vain gestures on the air.
The felly harshed against the curbstone : stopped. Martin Cunningham put out his arm and, wrenching back the handle, shoved the door open with his knee. He stepped out. Mr Power and Mr Dedalus followed.
Change that soap now. Mr Bloom’s hand unbuttoned his hip pocket swiftly and transferred the paperstuck soap to his inner handkerchief pocket. He stepped out of the carriage, replacing the newspaper his other hand still held.
Paltry funeral : coach and three carriages. It’s all the same. Pallbearers, gold reins, requiem mass, firing a volley. Pomp of death. Beyond the hind carriage a hawker stood by his barrow of cakes and fruit. Simnel cakes those are, stuck together : cakes for the dead. Dogbiscuits. Who ate them? Mourners coming out.
He followed his companions. Mr Kernan and Ned Lambert followed, Hynes walking after them. Corny Kelleher stood by the opened hearse and took out the two wreaths. He handed one to the boy.
Where is that child’s funeral disappeared to?
A team of horses passed from Finglas with toiling plodding tread, dragging through the funereal silence a creaking waggon on which lay a granite block. The waggoner marching at their head saluted.
Coffin now. Got here before us, dead as he is. Horse looking round at it with his plume skeowways. Dull eye : collar tight on his neck, pressing on a bloodvessel or something. Do they know what they cart out here every day. Must be twenty or thirty funerals every day. Then Mount Jerome for the protestants. Funerals all over the world everywhere every minute. Shovelling them under by the cartload doublequick. Thousands every hour. Too many in the world.
Mourners came out through the gates : woman and a girl. Leanjawed harpy, hard woman at a bargain, her bonnet awry. Girl’s face stained with dirt and tears, holding the woman’s arm looking up at her for a sign to cry. Fish’s face, bloodless and livid.
The mutes shouldered the coffin and bore it in through the gates. So much
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dead weight. Felt heavier myself stepping out of that bath. First the stiff : then the friends of the stiff. Corny Kelleher and the boy followed with their wreaths. Who is that beside them? Ah, the brother-in-law.
All walked after.
Martin Cunningham whispered :
— I was in mortal agony with you talking of suicide before Bloom.
— What? Mr Power whispered. How so?
— His father poisoned himself, Martin Cunningham whispered. Had the Queen’s hotel in Ennis. You heard him say he was going to Clare. Anniversary.
— O God! Mr Power whispered. First I heard of it. Poisoned himself!
He glanced behind him to where a face with dark thinking eyes followed towards the cardinal’s mausoleum. Speaking.
— Was he insured? Mr Bloom asked.
— I believe so, Mr Kernan answered, but the policy was heavily mort- gaged. Martin is trying to get the youngster into Artane.
— How many children did he leave?
— Five. Ned Lambert says he’ll try to get one of the girls into Todd’s.
— A sad case, Mr Bloom said gently. Five young children.
— A great blow to the poor wife, Mr Kernan added.
— Indeed yes, Mr Bloom agreed.
Has the laugh at him now.
He looked down at the boots he had blacked and polished. She had out- lived him, lost her husband. More dead for her than for me. One must outlive the other. Wise men say. There are more women than men in the world. Condole with her. Your terrible loss. I hope you’ll soon follow him. For Hindu widows only. She would marry another. Him? No. Yet who knows after? Widowhood not the thing since the old queen died. Drawn on a guncarriage. Victoria and Albert. Frogmore memorial mourning. But in the end she put a few violets in her bonnet. Vain in her heart of hearts. All for a shadow. Consort not even a king. Her son was the substance. Something new to hope for not like the past she wanted back, waiting. It never comes. One must go first : alone under the ground : and lie no more in her warm bed.
— How are you, Simon? Ned Lambert said softly, clasping hands. Haven’t seen you for a month of Sundays.
— Never better. How are all in Cork’s own town?
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over slime, mudchoked bottles, carrion dogs. Athlone, Mullingar, Moyvalley, I could make a walking tour to see Milly by the canal. Or cycle down. Hire some old crock, safety. Wren had one the other day at the auction but a lady’s. Developing waterways. James M’Cann’s hobby to row me o’er the ferry. Cheaper transit. By easy stages. Houseboats. Camping out. Also hearses. To heaven by water. Perhaps I will without writing. Come as a surprise, Leixlip, Clonsilla. Dropping down, lock by lock to Dublin. With turf from the midland bogs. Salute. He lifted his brown strawhat, saluting Paddy Dignam.
They drove on. past Brian Boroimhe house. Near it now.
— I wonder how is our friend Fogarty getting on, Mr Power said.
— Better ask Tom Kernan, Mr Dedalus said.
— How is that? Martin Cunningham said. Left him weeping I suppose.
— Though lost to sight, Mr Dedalus said, to memory dear.
The carriage steered left for Finglas road.
The stonecutter’s yard on the right. Last lap. Crowded on the spit of land silent shapes appeared, white, sorrowful, holding out calm hands, knelt in grief, pointing. Fragments of shapes, hewn. In white silence : appealing. The best obtainable. Thos. H. Dennany, monumental builder and sculptor.
Passed.
On the curbstone before Jimmy Geary the sexton’s an old tramp sat, grumbling, emptying the dirt and stones out of his huge dustbrown yawning boot. After life’s journey.
Gloomy gardens then went by, one by one : gloomy houses.
Mr Power pointed.
— That is where Childs was murdered, he said. The last house.
— So it is, Mr Dedalus said. A gruesome case. Seymour Bushe got him off. Murdered his brother. Or so they said.
— The crown had no evidence, Mr Power said.
— Only circumstantial, Martin Cunningham said. That’s the maxim ot the law. Better for ninetynine guilty to escape than for one innocent person to be wrongfully condemned.
They looked. Murderer’s ground. It passed darkly. Shuttered, tenantless, unweeded garden. Whole place gone to hell. Wrongfully condemned. Murder. The murderer’s image in the eye of the murdered. They love reading about it. Man’s head found in a garden. Her clothing consisted of. How she met her death. Recent outrage. The weapon used. Murderer is still at large. Clues. A shoelace. The body to be exhumed. Murder will out.

## Annotations

"Though lost to sight, to memory dear"
Title of a song published by Lee & Walker, Philadelphia, in 1874, with words (purportedly) by Ruthven Jenkyns; it appeared in London in 1880. Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed., however, attributes the line to George Linley (1798-1865).
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Pennafort, Raymond de, Saint

Edition of 1879. See also Raymond of Penyafort on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
​PENNAFORT, Raymond de, Saint, a Spanish canonist, born in the castle of Pennafort, near Barcelona, in 1175, died in that city, Jan. 6, 1275. He opened a free school of philosophy in his native city at the age of 20, went to Bologna to perfect himself in theology and canon law, and was appointed professor there. Berenger, bishop of Barcelona, recalled him, and appointed him archdeacon of his cathedral, and he joined the friars preachers in 1222. Soon afterward by order of his superiors he composed his Summa Casuum Conscientiæ, the first known compendium of moral theology. Among the distinguished men who chose him for spiritual adviser were St. Peter Nolasco, with whom he cooperated in founding the order of mercy for the redemption of captives, and James I., king of Aragon, whom he induced to separate from his wife Eleonora of Castile because she was his first cousin. In 1230 he was invited to Rome by Pope Gregory IX., and appointed private chaplain and grand penitentiary. By the pope's direction, he made a collection of the papal decretal letters since 1150, the year with which Gratian's compilation closed. In 1135 he declined the archbishopric of Tarragona, and was allowed to return to his convent in Spain. He became general of his order in 1238, revised its constitutions and rule, and introduced some ameliorations, which were adopted by the general chapter. In 1240 he resigned his office, and devoted himself to preaching. He was instrumental in establishing the inquisition in Aragon and southern France, and urged the kings of Aragon and Castile to undertake a crusade against the Moors, which resulted in their expulsion from the Balearic isles and the kingdom of Valencia. He promoted the study of Hebrew and Arabic in the Dominican schools, and directed Thomas Aquinas to write his Summa contra Gentes. He was canonized in 1601, and his feast is celebrated on Jan. 23. The collection of decretals made by Raymond de Pennafort is in five books. (See Canon Law, vol. iii., p. 719.) Besides the above named works, he also composed Summa de Pœnitentia et Matrimonio, of which the best edition is that by Laget (fol., Lyons, 1718, and Verona, 1744). His life was written in Latin by Penna (Rome, 1601), and in French by Touron, in vol. i. of Histoire des hommes illustres de l'ordre de Saint Dominique (6 vols., Paris, 1743-'9).
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Peoria (county)

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PEORIA, a N. central county of Illinois, bounded S. E. by the Illinois river and Peoria lake, and drained by Spoon river and Kickapoo, Elbow, and Copperas creeks; area, 650 sq. m.; pop. in 1870, 47,540. It is intersected by numerous railroads centring at the county seat. It has a gently undulating surface and very fertile soil. The chief productions in 1870 were 124,104 bushels of wheat, 99,592 of rye, 969,224 of Indian corn, 334,892 of oats, 108,039 of potatoes, 254,482 lbs. of butter, and 22,036 tons of hay. There were 8,839 horses, 6,318 milch cows, 9,617 other cattle, 6,760 sheep, and 35,386 swine; 7 manufactories of carriages and wagons, 10 of brick, 18 of cooperage, 11 of furniture, 6 of iron castings, 11 of machinery, 9 of saddlery and harness, 16 of tin, copper, and sheet-iron ware, 11 distilleries, 6 breweries, and 9 flour mills. Capital, Peoria.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Petrifactions

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​PETRIFACTIONS. See Palæontology.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Peoria (city)

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PEORIA, a city and the capital of Peoria co., Illinois, on the W. bank of the Illinois river, here spanned by a drawbridge, at the foot of an expansion of that stream called Peoria lake, 62 m. N. of Springfield, and 135 m. S. W. of Chicago; pop. in 1850, 5,095; in 1860, 14,045; in 1870, 22,849, of whom 7,357 were foreigners. It is beautifully situated on rising ground, above the reach of floods. The country back of the city is a fertile rolling prairie. Peoria is regularly laid out, with wide and well graded streets. In the centre is a public square. It has an extensive trade in flour, starch, lumber, agricultural implements, and carriages. Regular lines of steamers run to St. Louis and other points, and nine lines of railroads meet here, viz.: Chicago, Burlington, and Quincy; Chicago, Pekin, and Southwestern; Chicago, Rock Island, and Pacific; Indianapolis, Bloomington, and Western; Peoria, Pekin, and Jacksonville; Peoria and Rock Island; Toledo, Peoria, and Warsaw; Illinois Midland; and Toledo, Wabash, and Western. The manufactures are extensive, embracing foundery products, machinery, rolling mill products, steam boilers, ploughs and other agricultural implements, lumber, carriages, and malt and distilled liquors. There are three national banks, with an aggregate capital of $500,000, three savings banks, a county normal school, graded city schools, five daily and five weekly newspapers (two of each
German), and 28 churches. La Salle established a post on the site of Peoria in 1680, but the town was first permanently settled in 1819. It was incorporated as a city in 1844.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Petrie, George

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​PETRIE, George, an Irish archæologist, born in Dublin in 1789, died Jan. 18, 1866. He studied painting in Dublin, and won a silver medal at the age of 14. He exhibited his first pictures at Somerset house, London, in 1816, and furnished many illustrations of Ireland for engravers. In 1832 he became associate editor of the “Dublin Penny Journal,” and in 1842 editor of the “Irish Penny Journal,” both illustrated. He was commissioned by the royal Irish academy to purchase rare manuscripts, and secured an autograph copy of the second part of the “Annals of the Four Masters,” and in 1831 published “Remarks on the History and Authenticity of the Autograph Originals of the Annals of the Four Masters.” In 1832 he received a prize of £50 and the gold medal of the academy for an essay on the round towers, enlarged and published under the title of “The Ecclesiastical Architecture of Ireland anterior to the Anglo-Norman Invasion” (Dublin, 1845). In 1836 he received the gold medal for his “Ancient Military Architecture of Ireland,” and in 1837 the old medal for his “History and Antiquities of Tara Hill.” He was the head of the historical and antiquarian department of the “Ordnance Memoir,” designed to accompany the survey, and collected more than 400 volumes of letters and documents. The first volume was published in 1839, but the work was never completed. He took down from the peasant musicians and singers much old and unwritten music, and published it in 1855. He wrote “Picturesque Sketches in Ireland” and “Views in the North of Ireland,” and contributed to the 18th volume of the transactions of the royal Irish academy an “Account of an Irish Reliquary called the Domnach Airgid” (1832), and “Remarks on the Book of MacFirbis” (1837). He was secretary and afterward president of the royal Irish academy, and received a pension of £300.—See “Life and Labors of George Petrie,” by W. Stokes (1868).
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Pennacooks

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​PENNACOOKS. See Massachusetts Indians.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Pensionary, Grand

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​PENSIONARY, Grand, an officer of the Dutch republic, who bore the title also of advocate general, and was prime minister of the states or legislative body of the province of Holland. He was called grand pensionary in distinction from the first minister of the regency of each important town, who bore the title pensionary from the pension or salary attached to his office. In the assembly of the states he initiated bills, drew up reports, and collected the votes. He also conducted the diplomatic correspondence of the province, received ambassadors, superintended the finances, and permanently represented the province, the leading member of the Dutch confederation, in the states general. His term of office was five years, with privilege of rëelection. The most distinguished of the grand pensionaries were Barneveldt, Jan De Witt, and Heinsius, and the last was Schimmelpenninck, who held the office from March, 1805, to June, 1806, when the republic was succeeded by the kingdom under Louis Bonaparte.
# The Adventures of David Simple (1904)

Sarah Fielding's novel of 1774 published by Routledge & Sons in 1904.
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Half-forgotten Books
THE ADVENTURES OF DAVID SIMPLE
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Half-forgotten Books :
| Adventures of David Simple. | Sarah Fielding |
| Black Sheep. | Edmund Yates |
| Caleb Williams. | William Godwin |
| The Camp of Refuge. | Charles Macfarlane |
| The Cruise of "The Midge." | Michael Scott |
| The Fool of Quality | Henry Brooke |
| Grimaldi, the Clown, Memoirs of. With 10 plates by G. Cruikshank. | C. Dickens |
| Guy Livingstone. | G. A. Lawrence |
| The Hour and the Man. | Harriet Martineau |
| Life of John Buncle, Esquire. | Thos. Amory |
| The Mysteries of Udolpho. | Mrs. Radcliffe |
| The Nightside of Nature. | Mrs. Crowe |
| Old London Bridge. | G. H. Rodwell |
| The Pottleton Legacy. | Albert Smith |
| Reading Abbey. | Chas. Macfarlane |
| Romance of the Forest. | Mrs. Radcliffe |
| Sam Slick, the Clockmaker. | Judge Haliburton |
| Tom Bullkely, of Lissington. | R. Mounteney-Jephson |
| Whitefriars; or, The Days of Charles II. | Emma Robinson |
| Willy Reilly. | W. Carleton |
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THE ADVENTURES OF DAVID SIMPLE
CONTAINING AN ACCOUNT OF HIS TRAVELS THROUGH THE CITIES OF LONDON AND WESTMINSTER IN THE SEARCH OF A REAL FRIEND
By SARAH FIELDING
With the Preface of HENRY FIELDING And an Introduction by E. A. Baker, M. A.
LONDON
GEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS LIMITED
NEW YORK: E. P. DUTTON & CO.
1904
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Introduction Preface Dramatis Personae
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