Passing by Roger Greene's office and Dollard's big red printing house Gerty MacDowell， carrying the Catesby's cork lino letters for her father who was laid up， knew by the style it was the lord and lady lieutenant but she couldn't see what Her Excellency had on because the tram and Spring's big yellow furniture van had to stop in front of her on account of its being the lord lieutenant. Beyond Lundy Foot's from the shaded door of Kavanagh's winerooms John Wyse Nolan smiled with unseen coldness towards the lord lieutenantgeneral and general governor of Ireland. The Right Honourable William Humble， earl of Dudley， G. C. V. O.， passed Micky Anderson's all times ticking watches and Henry and James's wax smartsuited freshcheeked models， the gentleman Henry， dernier cri James. Over against Dame gate Tom Rochford and Nosey Flynn watched the approach of the cavalcade. Tom Rochford， seeing the eyes of lady Dudley on him， took his thumbs quickly out of the pockets of his claret waistcoat and doffed his cap to her. A charming soubrette， great Marie Kendall， with dauby cheeks and lifted skirt， smiled daubily from her poster upon William Humble， earl of Dudley， and upon lieutenantcolonel H. G. Hesseltine and also upon the honourable Gerald Ward A. D. C. From the window of the D. B. C. Buck Mulligan gaily， and Haines gravely， gazed down on the viceregal equipage over the shoulders of eager guests， whose mass of forms darkened the chessboard whereon John Howard Parnell looked intently. In Fownes's street， Dilly Dedalus， straining her sight upward from Chardenal's first French primer， saw sunshades spanned and wheelspokes spinning in the glare John Henry Menton， filling the doorway of Commercial Buildings， stared from winebig oyster eyes， holding a fat gold hunter watch not looked at in his fat left hand not feeling it. Where the foreleg of King Billy's horse pawed the air Mrs Breen plucked her hastening husband back from under the hoofs of the outriders. She shouted in his ear the tidings. Understanding， he shifted his tomes to his left breast and saluted the second carriage. The honourable Gerald Ward A. D. C.， agreeably surprised， made haste to reply. At Ponsonby's corner a jaded white flagon H. halted and four tallhatted white flagons halted behind him， E. L. Y.'S.， while outriders pranced past and carriages. Opposite Pigott's music warerooms Mr Denis J. Maginni professor of dancing &c， gaily apparelled， gravely walked， outpassed by a viceroy and unobserved. By the provost's wall came jauntily Blazes Boylan， stepping in tan shoes and socks with skyblue clocks to the refrain of My girl's a Yorkshire girl.
Blazes Boylan presented to the leaders' skyblue frontlets and high action a skyblue tie， a widebrimmed straw hat at a rakish angle and a suit of indigo serge. His hands in his jacket pockets forgot to salute but he offered to the three ladies the bold admiration of his eyes and the red flower between his lips. As they drove along Nassau street His Excellency drew the attention of his bowing consort to the programme of music which was being discoursed in College park. Unseen brazen highland laddies blared and drumthumped after the cortége：
But though she's a factory lass
And wears no fancy clothes.
Baraabum.
Yet I've a sort of a
Yorkshire relish for
My little Yorkshire rose.
Baraabum.
Thither of the wall the quartermile flat handicappers， M. C. Green， H. Thrift， T. M. Patey， C. Scaife， J. B. Jeffs， G. N. Morphy， F. Stevenson， C. Adderly， and W. C. Huggard started in pursuit. Striding past Finn's hotel， Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell stared through a fierce eyeglass across the carriages at the head of Mr E. M. Solomons in the window of the Austro-Hungarian viceconsulate. Deep in Leinster street， by Trinity's postern， a loyal king's man， Horn-blower， touched his tallyho cap. As the glossy horses pranced by Merrion square Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam， waiting， saw salutes being given to the gent with the topper and raised also his new black cap with fingers greased by porksteak paper. His collar too sprang up. The viceroy， on his way to inaugurate the Mirus bazaar in aid of funds for Mercer's hospital， drove with his following towards Lower Mount street. He passed a blind stripling Opposite Broadbent's. In Lower Mount street a pedestrian in a brown macintosh， eating dry bread， passed swiftly and unscathed across the viceroy's path. At the Royal Canal bridge， from his hoarding， Mr Eugene Stratton， his blub lips agrin， bade all comers welcome to Pembroke township. At Haddington road corner two sanded women halted themselves， an umbrella and a bag in which eleven cockles rolled to view with wonder the lord mayor and lady mayoress without his golden chain. On Northumberland and Landsdowne roads His Excellency acknowledged punctually salutes from rare male walkers， the salute of two small schoolboys at the garden gate of the house said to have been admired by the late queen when visiting the Irish capital with her husband， the prince consort， in 1849， and the salute of Almidano Artifoni's sturdy trousers swallowed by a closing door.
Sirens
BRONZE BY GOLD HEARD THE HOOFIRONS， STEELYRINING IMPERthnthn thnthnthn.
Chips， picking chips off rocky thumbnail， chips. Horrid！ And gold flushed more.
A husky fifenote blew.
Blew. Blue bloom is on the
Gold pinnacled hair.
A jumping rose on satiny breasts of satin， rose of Castille.
Trilling， trilling： I dolores.
Peep！ Who's in the... peepofgold？
Tink cried to bronze in pity.
And a call， pure， long and throbbing. Longindying call.
Decoy. Soft word. But look！ The bright stars fade. O rose！ Notes chirruping answer. Castille. The morn is breaking.
Jingle jingle jaunted jingling.
Coin rang. Clock clacked.
Avowal. Sonnez. I could. Rebound of garter. Not leave thee. Smack. La cloche！ Thigh smack. Avowal. Warm. Sweetheart， goodbye！
Jingle. Bloo.
Boomed crashing chords. When love absorbs. War！ War！ The tympanum.
