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Rh for this right royal welcome to green Erin, the promised land of our common ancestors.

You deserve it, your honour.

On this day twenty years ago we overcame the hereditary enemy at Ladysmith. Our howitzers and camel swivel guns played on his lines with telling effect. Half a league onward! They charge! All is lost now! Do we yield? No! We drive them headlong! Lo! We charge! Deploying to the left our light horse swept across the heights of Plevna and, uttering thiertheir [sic] warcry, Bonafide Sabaoth, sabred the Saracen gunners to a man.

Hear! Hear!

There’s the man that got away James Stephens.

Bravo!

You’re a credit to your country, sir, that’s what you are.

He’s a man like Ireland wants.

My beloved subjects, a new era is about to dawn. I, Bloom, tell you verily it is even now at hand. Yea, on the word of a Bloom, ye shall ere long enter into the golden city which is to be, the new Bloomusalem in the Nova Hibernia of the future.

(Thirty two workmen wearing rosettes, from all the counties of Ireland,