"Sadly missed. To the inexpressible grief of his. Aged 88 after a long and tedious illness. Month's mind: Quinlan. On whose soul Sweet Jesus have mercy.
It is now a month since dear Henry fled
To his home up above in the sky
While his family weeps and mourns his loss
Hoping some day to meet him on high." (U6.161)
"I tore up the envelope? Yes. Where did I put her letter after I read it in the bath? He patted his waistcoatpocket. There all right. Dear Henry fled." (U6.168)
"Before my patience are exhausted.
National school. Meade's yard. The hazard. Only two there now. Nodding. Full as a tick. Too much bone in their skulls. The other trotting round with a fare. An hour ago I was passing there. The jarvies raised their hats." (U6.170)
"A pointsman's back straightened itself upright suddenly against a tramway standard by Mr Bloom's window. Couldn't they invent something automatic so that the wheel itself much handier? Well but that fellow would lose his job then? Well but then another fellow would get a job making the new invention?
Antient concert rooms. Nothing on there. A man in a buff suit with a crape armlet. Not much grief there. Quarter mourning. People in law perhaps." (U6.175)


A pointsman = a person who operates railway points. The US and Canadian equivalent is switchman.
This is a caricature from Punch Oct 19.1872.
"They went past the bleak pulpit of Saint Mark's, under the railway bridge, past the Queen's theatre: in silence. Hoardings: Eugene Stratton," (U6.183)

Eugene Stratton (1861 - 1918), was an American-born dancer and singer, whose career was mostly spent in Britain. He was born in Buffalo, NY, as Eugene Augustus Rühlmann. He first performed at age 10 in an acrobatic act called the Two Welsleys. He appeared as a dancer in 1873 under the name of Master Jean. He spent some time in a circus then joined a minstrel group. He went to England in 1880 and was by this time using the name of Stratton. There he worked his way up to the main song & dance man in the Moore & Burgess Minstrel Show, and in 1883 he married Moore's daughter, Bella. He left the minstrels to go on the music hall circuit in 1887, first as a double act, then solo. He also performed in pantomime, for the first time in 1896. Although at one time he used an Irish voice, he mainly appeared as a "black-faced" singer. He died in Christchurch, Hampshire, England.
"Mrs Bandmann Palmer. Could I go to see Leah tonight, I wonder. I said I." (U6.185)
"Or The Lily of Killarney? Elster Grimes Opera Company. Big powerful change. Wet bright bills for next week. Fun on the Bristol." (U6.186)
"Martin Cunningham could work a pass for the Gaiety. Have to stand a drink or two. As broad as it's long.
He's coming in the afternoon. Her songs." (U6.187)
"Plasto's." (U6.191)
"Sir Philip Crampton's memorial fountain bust." (U6.191)
"Who was he?
- How do you do? Martin Cunningham said, raising his palm to his brow in salute.
- He doesn't see us, Mr Power said. Yes, he does. How do you do?
- Who? Mr Dedalus asked.
- Blazes Boylan, Mr Power said. There he is airing his quiff.
Just that moment I was thinking.
Mr Dedalus bent across to salute." (U6.191)
"From the door of the Red Bank the white disc of a straw hat flashed reply: passed." (U6.198)
"Mr Bloom reviewed the nails of his left hand, then those of his right hand. The nails, yes. Is there anything more in him that they she sees? Fascination. Worst man in Dublin. That keeps him alive. They sometimes feel what a person is. Instinct. But a type like that. My nails. I am just looking at them: well pared. And after: thinking alone. Body getting a bit softy. I would notice that: from remembering. What causes that? I suppose the skin can't contract quickly enough when the flesh falls off. But the shape is there. The shape is there still. Shoulders. Hips. Plump. Night of the dance dressing. Shift stuck between the cheeks behind.
He clasped his hands between his knees and, satisfied, sent his vacant glance over their faces.
Mr Power asked:
- How is the concert tour getting on, Bloom?
- O, very well, Mr Bloom said. I hear great accounts of it. It's a good idea, you see...
- Are you going yourself?
- Well no, Mr Bloom said. In point of fact I have to go down to the county Clare on some private business. You see the idea is to tour the chief towns. What you lose on one you can make up on the other." (U6.200)
"- Quite so, Martin Cunningham said. Mary Anderson is up there now. Have you good artists?" (U6.219)
"- Louis Werner is touring her, Mr Bloom said. O yes, we'll have all topnobbers. J.C. Doyle and John MacCormack I hope and. The best, in fact.
- And madame, Mr Power said smiling. Last but not least.
Mr Bloom unclasped his hands in a gesture of soft politeness and clasped them. " (U6.221)
"Smith O'Brien. Someone has laid a bunch of flowers there. Woman." (U6.226)

William Smith O'Brien (1803 - 1864) was a leader of the doomed rebellion of 1848.