"Night. May Allah the Excellent One your soul this night ever tremendously conserve.
Your attention! We're nae tha fou. The Leith police dismisseth us. The least tholice. Ware hawks for the chap puking. Unwell in his abominable regions." (U14.1563)
"Yooka. Night. Mona, my true love. Yook. Mona, my own love. Ook." (U14.1567)
"Hark! Shut your obstropolos. Pflaap! Pflaap! Blaze on. There she goes. Brigade! Bout ship. Mount street way. Cut up. Pflaap! Tally ho. You not come? Run, skelter, race. Pflaaaap!" (U14.1569)
"Lynch! Hey? Sign on long o me. Denzille lane this way. Change here for Bawdyhouse. We two, she said, will seek the kips where shady Mary is. Righto, any old time. Laetabuntur in cubilibus suis. You coming long? Whisper, who the sooty hell's the johnny in the black duds?" (U14.1572)
"Hush! Sinned against the light and even now that day is at hand when he shall come to judge the world by fire. Pflaap! Ut implerentur scripturae. Strike up a ballad. Then outspake medical Dick to his comrade medical Davy." (U14.1575)
"Christicle, who's this excrement yellow gospeller on the Merrion hall? Elijah is coming. Washed in the Blood of the Lamb." (U14.1579)
Merrion Hall was a Plymouth Brethren church built by Alfred Gresham Jones (1824–1888). It was completed in 1863 at a cost of £16,000, and had a main hall capacity of 2500 to 3000 persons, plus many more standing. Merrion Hall was the largest Brethren Gospel Hall ever constructed. There were three completely oval galleries and a double deck preacher's platform almost identical to that of the Metropolitan Tabernacle in London. The lower hall in the basement contained a below-floor baptism pool.
The Brethren Assembly occupied the protected building until the late 1980s when, after being sold and sustaining a fire, it was rebuilt as the Davenport Hotel, preserving the Italianate façade.
The Merrion Hall here is a CDV...
"Come on, you winefizzling ginsizzling booseguzzling existences!" (U14.1580)
"Come on, you dog-gone, bullnecked, beetlebrowed, hogjowled, peanutbrained, weaseleyed fourflushers, false alarms and excess baggage! Come on, you triple extract of infamy!" (U14.1581)
This passage, as discovered by Harald Beck, is taken verbatim from a sermon given by the American evangelist William Ashley "Billy" Sunday, on May 14th 1916, at the U of Kansas. Sunday (1862 - 1935) was a popular professional baseball player during the 1880s and then the most celebrated and influential American evangelist in the early 20c. Born into poverty near Ames Iowa, Sunday spent some years in an orphanage before taking a series of odd jobs in small Iowa towns, while developing his athletic skills. His exceptional speed led him to play major league baseball for eight years with the Chicago White Stockings. Converted to evangelical Christianity in the 1880s, Sunday left baseball for the ministry. He gradually gained tremendous fame with his colloquial sermons and frenetic delivery.
Though Billy Sunday was ordained by the Presbyterian Church in 1903, his ministry was nondenominational. He affirmed the inerrancy of the Bible, the doctrine of substitutionary atonement, a literal devil and hell, the virgin birth of Christ, His imminent return, and His bodily resurrection. He often grated his audiences by speaking against the emerging religious liberalism and the evolution theory, as well as against gamble, dancing, and other popular middle class amusements. Sunday played a significant role in arousing public interest in Prohibition and in the passage of the 18th Amendment in 1919. Sunday held campaigns in America's big cities heavily covered by the press, made a huge amount of money, and was welcome in prominent homes (Presidents Theodore Roosevelt and Woodrow Wilson, Herbert Hoover, John D. Rockefeller, Jr). His popularity waned after WW1 with the competition of radio and movie theaters, and he was often disgraced by the 'unchristian' behavior of his 3 sons. He died in 1935, the title of his last sermon was 'What must I do to be saved?'
"Alexander J Christ Dowie, that's my name that's yanked to glory most half this planet from 'Frisco Beach to Vladivostok. The Deity aint no nickel dime bumshow. I put it to you that He's on the square and a corking fine business proposition. He's the grandest thing yet and don't you forget it. Shout salvation in King Jesus." (U14.1584)
"You'll need to rise precious early, you sinner there, if you want to diddle the Almighty God. Pflaaaap! Not half. He's got a coughmixture with a punch in it for you, my friend, in his backpocket. Just you try it on." (U14.1588)