"- For the old woman of Prince's street, says the citizen, the subsidised organ. The pledgebound party on the floor of the house. And look at this blasted rag, says he. Look at this, says he." (U12.218)
"The Irish Independent, if you please," ([U12.220])
"founded by Parnell to be the workingman's friend. Listen to the births and deaths in the Irish all for Ireland Independent and I'll thank you and the marriages." (U12.221)
"And he starts reading them out:
- Gordon, Barnfield Crescent, Exeter; Redmayne of Iffley, Saint Anne's on Sea, the wife of William T. Redmayne, of a son. How's that, eh? Wright and Flint, Vincent and Gillett to Rotha Marion daughter of Rosa and the late George Alfred Gillett, 179 Clapham Road, Stockwell, Playwood and Ridsdale at Saint Jude's, Kensington by the very reverend Dr Forrest, Dean of Worcester, eh? Deaths. Bristow, at Whitehall lane, London: Carr, Stoke Newington, of gastritis and heart disease:" (U12.224)
"Cockburn, at the Moat house, Chepstow...
- I know that fellow, says Joe, from bitter experience.
- Cockburn." (U12.231)

W. Cockburn M.D. was the author of "The Symptoms, Nature, Cause and Cure of a Gonorrhoea" in the 18c. Could that be the reason Joe is familiar with the name? (Suggested by Harald Beck)
Another prominent person by this name was the judge Sir Alexander Cockburn who was involved in the 'treason felony' trial of Michael Davitt (1870) and sentenced him to 15 years of penal servitude. He also handled the case of the Tichborne claimant, Arthur Orton in 1873-74, who was found guilty perjury; Justice Cockburn sentenced him, on February 28th 1874, to 14 years of penal servitude.
"Dimsey, wife of Davie Dimsey, late of the admiralty: Miller, Tottenham, aged eightyfive: Welsh, June 12, at 35 Canning Street, Liverpool, Isabella Helen. How's that for a national press, eh, my brown son? How's that for Martin Murphy, the Bantry jobber?" (U12.234)
"- Ah, well, says Joe, handing round the boose. Thanks be to God they had the start of us. Drink that, citizen.
- I will, says he, honourable person.
- Health, Joe, says I. And all down the form.
Ah! Owl! Don't be talking! I was blue mouldy for the want of that pint. Declare to God I could hear it hit the pit of my stomach with a click." (U12.238)
"And lo, as they quaffed their cup of joy," (U12.244)
"a godlike messenger came swiftly in, radiant as the eye of heaven, a comely youth," (U13.244)
"and behind him there passed an elder of noble gait and countenance, bearing the sacred scrolls of law, and with him his lady wife, a dame of peerless lineage, fairest of her race." (U12.245)
"Little Alf Bergan popped in round the door and hid behind Barney's snug, squeezed up with the laughing, and who was sitting up there in the corner that I hadn't seen snoring drunk, blind to the world, only Bob Doran. I didn't know what was up and Alf kept making signs out of the door. And begob what was it only that bloody old pantaloon Denis Breen in his bathslippers with two bloody big books tucked under his oxter and the wife hotfoot after him, unfortunate wretched woman, trotting like a poodle. I thought Alf would split." (U12.249)
"-Look at him, says he. Breen. He's traipsing all round Dublin with a postcard someone sent him with U. p: up on it to take a li...
And he doubled up.
- Take a what? says I.
- Libel action, says he, for ten thousand pounds.
- O hell! says I." (U12.257)
"The bloody mongrel began to growl that'd put the fear of God in you seeing something was up but the citizen gave him a kick in the ribs.
- Bi i dho husht, says he.
- Who? says Joe." (U12.263)
"- Breen, says Alf. He was in John Henry Menton's and then he went round to Collis and Ward's and then Tom Rochford met him and sent him round to the subsheriff's for a lark. O God, I've a pain laughing." (U12.267)
"Terence O'Ryan heard him and straightway brought him a crystal cup full of the foaming ebon ale which the noble twin brothers Bungiveagh and Bungardilaun brew ever in their divine alevats," (U12.280)
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