―The blessing of God and Mary and Patrick on you, says the citizen.

And he ups with his pint to wet his whistle.

―We know those canters, says he, preaching and picking your pockets. What about sanctimonious Cromwell and his ironsides that put the women and children of Drogheda to the sword with the bible text God is love pasted round the mouth of his cannon? The bible! Did you read that skit in the United Irishman today about that Zulu chief that’s visiting England?

―What’s that? says Joe.

So the citizen takes up one of his paraphernalia papers and he starts reading out: