"Gob, they ought to drown him in the sea after and electrocute and crucify him to make sure of their job." (U12.1326)
"- But what about the fighting navy, says Ned, that keeps our foes at bay?
- I'll tell you what about it, says the citizen. Hell upon earth it is. Read the revelations that's going on in the papers about flogging on the training ships at Portsmouth. A fellow writes that calls himself Disgusted One." (U12.1329)
"So he starts telling us about corporal punishment and about the crew of tars and officers and rearadmirals drawn up in cocked hats and the parson with his protestant bible to witness punishment and a young lad brought out, howling for his ma, and they tie him down on the buttend of a gun." (U12.1333)
"-A rump and dozen, says the citizen, was what that old ruffian sir John Beresford called it" (U12.1338)

John Beresford (1738 - 1805) is an Irish architect and influencial politician. He graduated from Trinity College in 1757, entered parliament in 1760, became a Commissioner of Revenue in 1770, and First Commissioner in 1780. He was the principal Irish advisor to Prime Minister William Pitt, and wielded considerable influence in Ireland through both his position and family connections. As a Wide Streets Commissioner, Beresford was responsible for bringing the architect James Gandon to Dublin to design the Custom House (where he took an apartment) and the Four Courts. After the 1798 rebellion, Beresford turned the stables of his home, Tyrone House, into a torturing barracks. It is for this unfortunate lapse into barbarity, rather than his political and architectural accomplishments, that he is mainly remembered.
"— That's your glorious British navy, says the citizen,." (U12.1346)
"that bosses the earth. The fellows that never will be slaves," (U12.1346)
"with the only hereditary chamber on the face of God's earth and their land in the hands of a dozen gamehogs and cottonball barons. That's the great empire they boast about of drudges and whipped serfs." (U12.1347)
"That's the great empire they boast about of drudges and whipped serfs.
— On which the sun never rises, says Joe." (U12.1349)
"- And the tragedy of it is, says the citizen, they believe it. The unfortunate yahoos believe it." (U12.1352)
"They believe in rod, the scourger almighty, creator of hell upon earth and in Jacky Tar, the son of a gun, who was conceived of unholy boast, born of the fighting navy, suffered under rump and dozen, was scarified, flayed and curried, yelled like bloody hell, the third day he arose again from the bed, steered into haven, sitteth on his beamend till further orders whence he shall come to drudge for a living and be paid." (U12.1354)
"Didn't I tell you? As true as I'm drinking this porter if he was at his last gasp he'd try to downface you that dying was living.
— We'll put force against force, says the citizen. We have our greater" (U12.1362)
"We have our greater Ireland beyond the sea." (U12.1364)
"They were driven out of house and home in the black '47." (U12.1365)
"Their mudcabins and their shielings by the roadside were laid low by the batteringram and the Times rubbed its hands and told the whitelivered Saxons there would soon be as few Irish in Ireland as redskins in America." (U12.1366)
"Even the Grand Turk sent us his piastres. But the Sassenach tried to starve the nation at home while the land was full of crops that the British hyenas bought and sold in Rio de Janeiro. " (U12.1369)
"Ay, they drove out the peasants in hordes. Twenty thousand of them died in the coffinships." (U12.1372)
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