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A most interesting discussion took place in the ancient hall of Brian O'Ciarnain's in Sraid na Bretaine Bheag； under the auspices of Sluagh na h…Eireann； on the revival of ancient Gaelic sports and the importance of physical culture； as understood in ancient Greece and ancient Rome and ancient Ireland； for the development of the race。 The venerable president of this noble order was in the chair and the attendance was of large dimensions。 After an instructive discourse by the chairman； a magnificent oration eloquently and forcibly expressed； a most interesting and instructive discussion of the usual high standard of excellence ensued as to the desirability of the revivability of the ancient games and sports of our ancient panceltic forefathers。 The wellknown and highly respected worker in the cause o！ our old tongue； Mr Joseph M'Carthy Hynes； made an eloquent appeal for the resuscitation of the ancient Gaelic sports and pastimes； practised morning and evening by Finn MacCool； as calculated to revive the best traditions of manly strength and power handed down to us from ancient ages。 L。 Bloom； who met with a mixed reception of applause and hisses； having espoused the negative the vocalist chairman brought the discussion to a close； in response to repeated requests and hearty plaudits from all parts of a bumper house； by a remarkably noteworthy rendering of the immortal Thomas Osborne Davis' evergreen verses （happily too familiar to need recalling here） A nation once again in the execution of which the veteran patriot champion may be said without fear of contradiction to have fairly excelled himself。 The Irish Caruso…Garibaldi was in superlative form and his stentorian notes were heard to the greatest advantage in the timehonoured anthem sung as only our citizen can sing it。 His superb highclass vocalism； which by its superquality greatly enchanced his already international reputation； was vociferously applauded by the large audience amongst which were to be noticed many prominent members of the clergy as well as representatives of the press and the bar and the other learned professions。 The proceedings then terminated。
Amongst the clergy present were the very rev。 William Delany； S。 J。； L。 L。 D。； the rt rev。 Gerald Molloy； D。 D。； the rev。 P。 J。 Kavanagh； C。 S。 Sp。； the rev。 T。 Waters； C。 C。； the rev。 John M。 Ivers； P。 P。； the rev。 P。 J。 Cleary； O。 S。 F。； the rev。 L。 J。 Hickey； O。 P。； the very rev。 Fr。 Nicholas； O。 S。 F。 C。； the very rev。 B。 Gorman。 O。 D。 C。； the rev。 T。 Maher； S。 J。； the very rev。 James Murphy； S。 J。； the rev。 John Lavery； V。 F。； the very rev。 William Doherty； D。 D。； the rev。 Peter Fagan； O。 M。； the rev。 T。 Brangan； O。 S。 A。； the rev。 J。 Flavin； C。 C。； the rev。 M。 A。 Hackett； C。 C。； the rev。 W。 Hurley； C。 C。； the rt rev。 Mgr M'Manus； V。 G。； the rev。 B。 R。 Slattery； O。 M。 I。； the very rev。 M。 D。 Scally； P。 P。； the rev。 F。 T。 Purcell； O。 P。； the very rev。 Timothy canon Gorman； P。 P。； the rev。 J。 Flanagan； C。 C。 The laity included P。 Fay； T。 Quirke； etc。； etc。
Talking about violent exercise； says Alf； were you at that Keogh…Bennett match？
No； says Joe。
I heard So and So made a cool hundred quid over it； says Alf。
Who？ Blazes？ says Joe。
And says Bloom：
What I meant about tennis； for example； is the agility and training of the eye。
Ay； Blazes； says Alf。 He let out that Myler was on the beer to run the odds and he swatting all the time。
We know him； says the citizen。 The traitor's son。 We know what put English gold in his pocket。
True for you； says Joe。
And Bloom cuts in again about lawn tennis and the circulation of the blood； asking Alf：
Now don't you think； Bergan？
Myler dusted the floor with him； says Alf。 Heenan and Sayers was only a bloody fool to it。 Handed him the father and mother of a beating。 See the little kipper not up to his navel and the big fellow swiping。 God； he gave him one last puck in the wind。 Queensberry rules and all； made him puke what he never ate。
It was a historic and a hefty battle when Myler and Percy were scheduled to don the gloves for the purse of fifty sovereigns。 Handicapped as he was by lack of poundage； Dublin's pet lamb made up for it by superlative skill in ringcraft。 The final bout of fireworks was a gruelling for both champions。 The welterweight sergeantmajor had tapped some lively claret in the previous mixup during which Keogh had been receivergeneral of rights and lefts； the artilleryman putting in some neat work on the pet's nose； and Myler came on looking groggy。 The soldier got to business leading off with a powerful left jab to which the Irish gladiator retaliated by shooting out a stiff one flush to the point of Bennett's jaw。 The redcoat ducked but the Dubliner lifted him with a left hook； the body punch being a fine one。 The men came to handigrips。 Myler quickly became busy and got his man under； the bout ending with the bulkier man on the ropes； Myler punishing him。 The Englishman； whose right eye was nearly closed； took his corner where he was liberally drenched with water and； when the bell went； came on gamey and brimful of pluck； confident of knocking out the fistic Eblanite in jigtime。 It was a fight to a finish and the best man for it。 The two fought like tigers and excitement ran fever high。 The referee twice cautioned Pucking Percy for holding but the pet was tricky and his footwork a treat to watch。 After a brisk exchange of courtesies during which a smart upper cut of the military man brought blood freely from his opponent's mouth the lamb suddenly waded in all over his man and landed a terrific left to Battling Bennett's stomach； flooring him flat。 It was a knockout clean and clever。 Amid tense expectation the Portobello bruiser was being counted out when Bennett's second Ole Pfotts Wettstein threw in the towel and the Santry boy was declared victor to the frenzied cheers of the public who broke through the ringropes and fairly mobbed him with delight。
He knows which side his bread is buttered； says Alf。 I hear he's running a concert tour now up in the north。
He is； says Joe。 Isn't he？
Who？ says Bloom。 Ah； yes。 That's quite true。 Yes； a kind of summer tour； you see。 Just a holiday。
Mrs B。 is the bright particular star； isn't she？ says Joe。
My wife？ says Bloom。 She's singing； yes。 I think it will be a success too。 He's an excellent man to organise。 Excellent。
Hoho begob； says I to myself； says I。 That explains the milk in the cocoanut and absence of hair on the animal's chest。 Blazes doing the tootle on the flute。 Concert tour。 Dirty Dan the dodger's son off Island bridge that sold the same horses twice over to the government to fight the Boers。 Old Whatwhat。 I called about the poor and water rate； Mr Boylan。 You what？ The water rate； Mr Boylan。 You whatwhat？ That's the bucko that'll organise her； take my tip。 'Twixt me and you Caddereesh。
Pride of Calpe's rocky mount； the ravenhaired daughter of Tweedy。 There grew she to peerless beauty where loquat and almond scent the air。 The gardens of Alameda knew her step： the garths of olives knew and bowed。 The chaste spouse of Leopold is she： Marion of the bountiful bosoms。
And lo； there entered one of the clan of the O'Molloys； a ely hero of white face yet wi