In 1903 Thomas Addis Emmet led an investigation into the 3 possible places: the family vault (in St Peter’s Church yard, fronting on Augier’s Street), an uninscribed grave in St Michan’s (traditionally accepted as the hallowed spot by many Irish), and an uninscribed grave in Glasnevin. The investigation was disappointing, as he reported in The Gael (October 1903).
"Mr Kernan turned and walked down the slope of Watling street by the corner of Guinness's visitors' waitingroom." (U10.773)
"Outside the Dublin Distillers Company's stores an outside car without fare or jarvey stood, the reins knotted to the wheel." (U10.774)
An 'outside car' (or Jaunting-car) is a light two-wheeled carriage for a single horse. It usually seats four persons placed back to back, with the foot-boards projecting over the wheels. It was a popular mode of transportation in 19c. Dublin.
An 'outside car' (or Jaunting-car) is a light two-wheeled carriage for a single horse. It usually seats four persons placed back to back, with the foot-boards projecting over the wheels. It was a popular mode of transportation in 19c. Dublin.
"Damn dangerous thing. Some Tipperary bosthoon endangering the lives of the citizens. Runaway horse." (U10.776)
"Denis Breen with his tomes, weary of having waited an hour in John Henry Menton's office, led his wife over O'Connell bridge, bound for the office of Messrs Collis and Ward." (U10.778)
"Mr Kernan approached Island street.
Times of the troubles. Must ask Ned Lambert to lend me those reminiscences of sir Jonah Barrington. When you look back on it all now in a kind of retrospective arrangement. Gaming at Daly's." (U10.781)
Times of the troubles. Must ask Ned Lambert to lend me those reminiscences of sir Jonah Barrington. When you look back on it all now in a kind of retrospective arrangement. Gaming at Daly's." (U10.781)
"No cardsharping then. One of those fellows got his hand nailed to the table by a dagger" (U10.784)
"Somewhere here lord Edward Fitzgerald escaped from major Sirr. Stables behind Moira house.
Damn good gin that was." (U10.785)
Damn good gin that was." (U10.785)
"Fine dashing young nobleman. Good stock, of course." (U10.788)
"That ruffian, that sham squire, with his violet gloves gave him away. Course they were on the wrong side. They rose in dark and evil days. Fine poem that is: Ingram. They were gentlemen. Ben Dollard does sing that ballad touchingly. Masterly rendition.
At the siege of Ross did my father fall" (U10.788)
At the siege of Ross did my father fall" (U10.788)
"A cavalcade in easy trot along Pembroke quay passed, outriders leaping, leaping in their, in their saddles. Frockcoats. Cream sunshades.
Mr Kernan hurried forward, blowing pursily.
His Excellency! Too bad! Just missed that by a hair. Damn it! What a pity!" (U10.794)
Mr Kernan hurried forward, blowing pursily.
His Excellency! Too bad! Just missed that by a hair. Damn it! What a pity!" (U10.794)
" *** " (U10.799)
"Stephen Dedalus watched through the webbed window the lapidary's fingers prove a timedulled chain. Dust webbed the window and the showtrays. Dust darkened the toiling fingers with their vulture nails. Dust slept on dull coils of bronze and silver, lozenges of cinnabar, on rubies, leprous and winedark stones.
Born all in the dark wormy earth, cold specks of fire, evil lights shining in the darkness. Where fallen archangels flung the stars of their brows. Muddy swinesnouts, hands, root and root, gripe and wrest them." (U10.800)
Born all in the dark wormy earth, cold specks of fire, evil lights shining in the darkness. Where fallen archangels flung the stars of their brows. Muddy swinesnouts, hands, root and root, gripe and wrest them." (U10.800)
"She dances in a foul gloom where gum burns with garlic. A sailorman, rustbearded, sips from a beaker rum and eyes her. A long and seafed silent rut. She dances, capers, wagging her sowish haunches and her hips, on her gross belly flapping a ruby egg." (U10.808)
"Old Russell with a smeared shammy rag burnished again his gem, turned it and held it at the point of his Moses' beard. Grandfather ape gloating on a stolen hoard.
And you who wrest old images from the burial earth?" (U0.812)
And you who wrest old images from the burial earth?" (U0.812)
"The brainsick words of sophists: Antisthenes. A lore of drugs. Orient and immortal wheat standing from everlasting to everlasting." (U10.815)