"Rachel, is it? No." (U5.200)

The play is 'Leah the Forsaken' (1863) by Augustin Daly, loosely translated and adapted from the German drama 'Deborah' by Salomon Hermann von Mosenthal. It takes place in 17c. Germany, and deals with the love of the Jewess Leah (Kate Bateman) for a young Christian farmer, Rudolf (Edwin Adams). The play gave Daly his first success and started him on a distinguished career. It also gave Kate Bateman her signature role.

In the Bible, Leah and Rachel were sisters, daughters of Laban, and wives of Jacob (Rachel being the favorite). Their story is told in Genesis 29-35.
"The scene he was always talking about where the old blind Abraham recognises the voice and puts his fingers on his face." (U5.200)
"Nathan's voice! His son's voice! I hear the voice of Nathan who left his father to die of grief and misery in my arms, who left the house of his father and left the God of his father.
Every word is so deep, Leopold.
Poor papa! Poor man! I'm glad I didn't go into the room to look at his face. That day! O dear! O dear! Ffoo! Well, perhaps it was the best for him." (U5.203)
"Mr Bloom went round the corner and passed the drooping nags of the hazard. No use thinking of it any more. Nosebag time. Wish I hadn't met that M'Coy fellow.
He came nearer and heard a crunching of gilded oats, the gently champing teeth. Their full buck eyes regarded him as he went by, amid the sweet oaten reek of horsepiss. Their Eldorado. Poor jugginses!" (U5.210)
"Damn all they know or care about anything with their long noses stuck in nosebags. Too full for words. Still they get their feed all right and their doss. Gelded too: a stump of black guttapercha wagging limp between their haunches. Might be happy all the same that way. Good poor brutes they look. Still their neigh can be very irritating.
He drew the letter from his pocket and folded it into the newspaper he carried. Might just walk into her here. The lane is safer." (U5.215)
"He passed the cabman's shelter. Curious the life of drifting cabbies: all weathers, all places, time or setdown, no will of their own. Voglio e non. Like to give them an odd cigarette. Sociable. Shout a few flying syllables as they pass. He hummed:

La ci darem la mano
La la lala la la." (U5.223)
"He turned into Cumberland street and, going on some paces, halted in the lee of the station wall. No-one. Meade's timberyard. Piled balks. Ruins and tenements. With careful tread he passed over a hopscotch court with its forgotten pickeystone. Not a sinner." (U5.229)
"Near the timberyard a squatted child at marbles, alone, shooting the taw with a cunnythumb." (U5.232)
"A wise tabby, a blinking sphinx, watched from her warm sill. Pity to disturb them. Mohammed cut a piece out of his mantle not to wake her. Open it." (U5.233)
"And once I played marbles when I went to that old dame's school. She liked mignonette. Mrs Ellis's. And Mr? He opened the letter within the newspaper." (U5.236)

From the back of this card:
This is the perfume jar of the flower garden, a single plant in bloom filling the whole atmosphere around it with its delicate fragrance.
It is a well know, hardy annual about 1 foot high, producing its flowers on spikes from 3 to 6 inches long.
It is one of the most popular annuals grown. No garden should be without it.
If sown at intervals during spring and early summer, it will be in constant bloom till killed by frost.'
"A flower. I think it's a. A yellow flower with flattened petals. Not annoyed then? What does she say?" (U8.239)
"Dear Henry,
I got your last letter to me and thank you very much for it. I am sorry you did not like my last letter. Why did you enclose the stamps?" (U5.241)
"I am awfully angry with you. I do wish I could punish you for that. I called you naughty boy because I do not like that other world. Please tell me what is the real meaning of that word. Are you not happy in your home you poor little naughty boy? I do wish I could do something for you. Please tell me what you think of poor me." (U5.243)
"I often think of the beautiful name you have. Dear Henry, when will we meet? I think of you so often you have no idea. I have never felt myself so much drawn to a man as you. I feel so bad about. Please write me a long letter and tell me more. Remember if you do not I will punish you. So now you know what I will do to you, you naughty boy, if you do not wrote. O how I long to meet you. Henry dear, do not deny my request before my patience are exhausted. Then I will tell you all." (U5.248)
"Goodbye now, naughty darling. I have such a bad headache. today. and write by return to your longing
P.S. Do tell me what kind of perfume does your wife use. I want to know.
x x x x" (U5.254)
"He tore the flower gravely from its pinhold smelt its almost no smell and placed it in his heart pocket." (U5.260)
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