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The portico。
Here I watched the birds for augury。 &Aelig；ngus of the birds。 They go； they e。 night I flew。 Easily flew。 Men wandered。 Street of harlots after。 A creamfruit melon he held to me。 In。 You will see。
The wandering jew； Buck Mulligan whispered with clown's awe。 Did you see his eye？ He looked upon you to lust after you。 I fear thee； ancient mariner。 O； Kinch； thou art in peril。 Get thee a breechpad。
Manner of Oxenford。
Day。 Wheelbarrow sun over arch of bridge。
A dark back went before them。 Step of a pard； down； out by the gateway； under portcullis barbs。
They followed。
Offend me still。 Speak on。
Kind air defined the coigns of houses in Kildare street。 No birds。 Frail from the housetops two plumes of smoke ascended； pluming； and in a flaw of softness softly were blown。
Cease to strive。 Peace of the druid priests of Cymbeline； hierophantic： from wide earth an altar。
Laud we the gods
And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils
From our bless'd altars。
Wandering Rocks
THE SUPERIOR； THE VERY REVEREND JOHN CONMEE S。 J； RESET HIS smooth watch in his interior pocket as he came down the presbytery steps。 Five to three。 Just nice time to walk to Artane。 What was that boy's name again？ Dignam； yes。 Vere dignum et justum est。 Brother Swan was the person to see。 Mr Cunningham's letter。 Yes。 Oblige him； if possible。 Good practical catholic： useful at mission time。
A onelegged sailor； swinging himself onward by lazy jerks of his crutches； growled some notes。 He jerked short before the convent of the sisters of charity and held out a peaked cap for aims towards the very reverend John Conmee S。 J。 Father Conmee blessed him in the sun for his purse held； he knew； one silver crown。
Father Conmee crossed to Mountjoy square。 He thought； but not for long； of soldiers and sailors； whose legs had been shot off by cannonballs； ending their days in some pauper ward； and of cardinal Wolsey's words： If I had served my God as I have served my king He would not have abandoned me in my old days。 He walked by the treeshade of sunnywinking leaves and towards him came the wife of Mr David Sheehy M。 P。
Very well； indeed； father。 And you father？
Father Conmee was wonderfully well indeed。 He would go to Buxton probably for the waters。 And her boys； were they getting on well at Belvedere？ Was that so？ Father Conmee was very glad indeed to hear that。 And Mr Sheehy himself？ Still in London。 The house was still sitting； to be sure it was。 Beautiful weather it was； delightful indeed。 Yes； it was very probable that Father Bernard Vaughan would e again to preach。 O； yes： a very great success。 A wonderful man really。
Father Conmee was very glad to see the wife of Mr David Sheehy M。 P。 looking so well and he begged to be remembered to Mr David Sheehy M。 P。 Yes； he would certainly call。
Good afternoon； Mrs Sheehy。
Father Conmee doffed his silk hat； as he took leave； at the jet beads of her mantilla inkshining in the sun。 And smiled yet again in going。 He had cleaned his teeth； he knew； with arecanut paste。
Father Conmee walked and； walking； smiled for he thought on Father Bernard Vaughan's droll eyes and cockney voice。
Pilate！ Wy don't you old back that owlin mob？
A zealous man； however。 Really he was。 And really did great good in his way。 Beyond a doubt。 He loved Ireland； he said； and he loved the Irish。 Of good family too would one think it？ Welsh； were they not？
O； lest he forget。 That letter to father provincial。
Father Conmee stopped three little schoolboys at the corner of Mountjoy square。 Yes： they were from Belvedere。 The little house： Aha。 And were they good boys at school？ O。 That was very good now。 And what was his name？ Jack Sohan。 And his name？ Ger。 Gallaher。 And the other little man？ His name was Brunny Lynam。 O； that was a very nice name to have。
Father Conmee gave a letter from his breast to master Brunny Lynam and pointed to the red pillarbox at the corner of Fitzgibbon street。
But mind you don't post yourself into the box； little man； he said。
The boys sixeyed Father Conmee and laughed。
O； sir。
Well； let me see if you can post a letter； Father Conmee said。
Master Brunny Lynam ran across the road and put Father Conmee's letter to father provincial into the mouth of the bright red letterbox； Father Conmee smiled and nodded and smiled and walked along Mountjoy square east。
Mr Denis J。 Maginni； professor of dancing； &c。； in silk hat； slate frockcoat with silk facings； white kerchief tie； tight lavender trousers； canary gloves and pointed patent boots； walking with grave deportment most respectfully took the curbstone as he passed lady Maxwell at the corner of Dignam's court。
Was that not Mrs M'Guinness？
Mrs M'Guinness； stately； silverhaired； bowed to Father Conmee from the farther footpath along which she smiled。 And Father Conmee smiled and saluted。 How did she do？
A fine carriage she had。 Like Mary； queen of Scots； something。 And to think that she was a pawnbroker。 Well； now！ Such a。。。 what should he say？。。。 such a queenly mien。
Father Conmee walked down Great Charles street and glanced at the shutup free church on his left。 The reverend T。 R。 Green B。 A。 will （D。 V。） speak。 The incumbent they called him。 He felt it incumbent on him to say a few words。 But one should be charitable。 Invincible ignorance。 They acted according to their lights。
Father Conmee turned the corner and walked along the North Circular road。 It was a wonder that there was not a tramline in such an important thoroughfare。 Surely； there ought to be。
A band of satchelled schoolboys crossed from Richmond street。 All raised untidy caps。 Father Conmee greeted them more than once benignly。 Christian brother boys。
Father Conmee smelled incense on his right hand as he walked。 Saint Joseph's church； Portland row。 For aged and virtuous females。 Father Conmee raised his hat to the Blessed Sacrament。 Virtuous： but occasionally they were also badtempered。
Near Aldborough house Father Conmee thought of that spendthrift nobleman。 And now it was an office or something。
Father Conmee began to walk along the North Strand road and was saluted by Mr William Gallagher who stood in the doorway of his shop。 Father Conmee saluted Mr William Gallagher and perceived the odours that came from baconflitches and ample cools of butter。 He passed Grogan's the tobacconist against which newsboards leaned and told of a dreadful catastrophe in New York。 In America those things were continually happening。 Unfortunate people to die like that； unprepared。 Still； an act of perfect contrition。
Father Conmee went by Daniel Bergin's publichouse against the window of which two unlabouring men lounged。 They saluted him and were saluted。
Father Conmee passed H。 J。 O'Neill's funeral establishment where Corny Kelleher totted figures in the daybook while he chewed a blade of hay。 A constable on his beat saluted Father Conmee and Father Conmee saluted the constable。 In Youkstetter's； the pork…butcher's； Father Conmee observed pig's puddings； white and black and red； lying neatly curled in tubes。
Moored under the trees of Charleville Mall Father Conmee saw a turf barge； a towhorse with pendent head； a bargeman with a hat of dirty