"He glanced behind him to where a face with dark thinking eyes followed towards the cardinal's mausoleum. Speaking." (U6.533) |
'The cardinal' is Edward McCabe (1816 - 1885), his mausoleum the work of Sir Thomas Farrell. The son of poor parents, McCabe was educated at Maynooth and ordained in 1839. He served in several Dublin churches, became parish priest of Kingstown (1865), Archbishop of Dublin (1879), then cardinal (1882).
|From the CE 1910: 'These were troubled times in Ireland, the years of the Land League and of the National League, of violent agitation and savage coercion. In pastorals and public speeches Cardinal McCabe ranged himself against agitation and on the side of government and law, with the result that Nationalist newspapers and public men attacked him as a 'Castle' bishop, who favoured coercion and was an enemy of the people. His life was threatened and for a time he was under the protection of the police.'|
"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." (U6.537)
Ireland had Industrial Schools for 'neglected, orphaned and abandoned children,' teaching them a trade with the goal of preventing delinquency and crime; they were established by the Industrial Schools Act (1868). They were run by religious orders, funded by the public, and regularly inspected. In 1902 there were 68 Industrial Schools in Ireland (of which 7 were in Dublin); Artane was the largest with some 800 'inmates.' (Thom's 1904)
|"She had outlived 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." (U6.544)|
|"Widowhood not the thing since the old queen died. Drawn on a guncarriage. Victoria and Albert. Frogmore memorial morning." (U6.549)|
"But in the end she put a few violets in her bonnet. Vain in her heart of hearts. All for a shadow." (U6.550)|
A photograph of Queen Victoria towards the end of her reign, still in mourning for a shadow. Notice the portrait of Prince Albert on the table, and in the miniature on her bracelet.
"Consort not even a king."(U6.552) |
Albert of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha (1819 - 1861) was the husband and prince consort of Queen Victoria of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland. A prince consort, generally speaking, is the husband of a Queen regnant. Albert was the only husband of a British queen regnant to have been formally given (by Victoria, in 1857) the royal title of H.R.H. The Prince Consort.
"Her son was the substance. Something new to hope for not like the past she wanted back, waiting." (U6.552)|
Queen Victoria (1819 - 1901) with 3 future kings: her son Edward VII (b. 1841), her grandson George V (b. 1865), and her greatgrandson Edward VIII (b. 1894).
"- I was down there for the Cork park races on Easter Monday, Ned Lambert said. Same old six and eightpence. Stopped with Dick Tivy. |
- And how is Dick, the solid man?
- Nothing between himself and heaven, Ned Lambert answered.
- By the holy Paul! Mr Dedalus said in subdued wonder. Dick Tivy bald?" (U6.559)
|"They halted about the door of the mortuary chapel." (U6.574)|
"The mutes bore the coffin into the chapel. Which end is his head? |
After a moment he followed the others in, blinking in the screened light." (U6.579)
"balancing with the other a little book against his toad's belly. Who'll read the book? I, said the rook. |
They halted by the bier and the priest began to read out of his book with a fluent croak." (U6.591)
"Father Coffey. I knew his name was like a coffin. Dominenamine. Bully about the muzzle he looks. Bosses the show. Muscular christian. Woe betide anyone that looks crooked at him: priest." (U6.595)|
(Image courtesy of the ZJJF)
|"Thou art Peter." (U5.597)|
"Burst sideways like a sheep in clover Dedalus says he will. With a belly on him like a poisoned pup. Most amusing expressions that man finds. Hhhn: burst sideways.
- Non intres in judicium cum servo tuo, Domine." (U6.597)