"and now she was very very happy. Those who have passed on, who have gone before, are happy too" (U14.1313)
"as they gaze down and smile upon the touching scene. Reverently look at her " (U14.1315)
"as she reclines there with the motherlight in her eyes, that longing hunger for baby fingers (a pretty sight it is to see), in the first bloom of her new motherhood, breathing a silent prayer of thanksgiving to One above, the Universal Husband." (U14.1316)
"And as her loving eyes behold her babe she wishes only one blessing more, to have her dear Doady there with her to share her joy, to lay in his arms that mite of God's clay, the fruit of their lawful embraces." (U12.1319)
"He is older now (you and I may whisper it) and a trifle stooped in the shoulders yet in the whirligig of years a grave dignity has come to the conscientious second accountant of the Ulster bank, College Green branch. " (U14.1322)
"O Doady, loved one of old, faithful lifemate now, it may never be again, that faroff time of the roses! With the old shake of her pretty head she recalls those days. God! How beautiful now across the mist of years!" (U14.1325)
"But their children are grouped in her imagination about the bedside, hers and his, Charley, Mary Alice, Frederick Albert (if he had lived), Mamy, Budgy (Victoria Frances), Tom, Violet Constance Louisa," (U14.1328)
"darling little Bobsy (called after our famous hero of the South African war, lord Bobs of Waterford and Candahar) and now this last pledge of their union, a Purefoy if ever there was one, with the true Purefoy nose." (U14.1331)
Lord Bobs in a cigarette card....
Lord Bobs in a cigarette card....
... and a stereoview
"Young hopeful will be christened Mortimer Edward after the influential third cousin of Mr Purefoy in the Treasury Remembrancer's office, Dublin Castle. And so time wags on: but father Cronion has dealt lightly here. No, let no sigh break from that bosom, dear gentle Mina." (U14.1333)
"And Doady, knock the ashes from your pipe, the seasoned briar you still fancy when the curfew rings for you (may it be the distant day!) and dout the light whereby you read in the Sacred Book for the oil too has run low, and so with a tranquil heart to bed, to rest. He knows and will call in His own good time." (U14.1337)
"You too have fought the good fight and played loyally your man's part. Sir, to you my hand. Well done, thou good and faithful servant!" (U14.1341)
"There are sins or (let us call them as the world calls them) evil memories which are hidden away by man in the darkest places of the heart but they abide there and wait. He may suffer their memory to grow dim, let them be as though they had not been and all but persuade himself that they were not or at least were otherwise." (U14.1344)
"Yet a chance word will call them forth suddenly and they will rise up to confront him in the most various circumstances, a vision or a dream, or while timbrel and harp soothe his senses or amid the cool silver tranquility of the evening or at the feast, at midnight, when he is now filled with wine." (U14.1348)
"A shaven space of lawn one soft May evening, the wellremembered grove of lilacs at Roundtown, purple and white, fragrant slender spectators of the game but with much real interest in the pellets as they run slowly forward over the sward or collide and stop, one by its fellow, with a brief alert shock." (U14.1362)
"And yonder about that grey urn where the water moves at times in thoughtful irrigation you saw another as fragrant sisterhood, Floey, Atty, Tiny and their darker friend with I know not what of arresting in her pose then, Our Lady of the Cherries," (U14.1366)
This is 'La Vierge aux Cerises' by Annibale Carracci (c.1593), suggested by Harald Beck; the painting is in the Louvres Museum (Paris, France). There is also a 'Madonna of the Cherries' (c.1515) by Titian in the Kunsthistorisches Museum (Vienna, Austria).
This is 'La Vierge aux Cerises' by Annibale Carracci (c.1593), suggested by Harald Beck; the painting is in the Louvres Museum (Paris, France). There is also a 'Madonna of the Cherries' (c.1515) by Titian in the Kunsthistorisches Museum (Vienna, Austria).