My coffin shall be black,

    Six angels at my back,

    to sing and to pray

    And to carry my soul away.

    iful and sad t remor passed over iful! ed to cry quietly but not for iful and sad, like music. the bell! Farewell! O farewell!

    t anding at ea.  and dry.  as if here.

    t of told o be sure and come back and tell old Step   a lot of race  ip to Brotime ed it because Brot and alold  of t every day up in tle. ts, ss, and politics.

    -- No is all about politics in talk about t too?

    -- Yes, Stephen said.

    -- Mine too, he said.

    t for a moment and said:

    -- You oo, Atoin.

    then he asked:

    -- Are you good at riddles?

    Stephen answered:

    -- Not very good.

    then he said:

    -- Can you ansy of Kildare like the leg of a fellows breeches?

    Step hen said:

    -- I give it up.

    -- Because t, oy Kildare and a thigh.

    -- Oephen said.

    -- ts an old riddle, he said.

    After a moment he said:

    -- I say!

    -- ? asked Stephen.

    -- You knoher way.

    -- Can you? said Stephen.

    -- to ask it?

    -- No, said Stephen.

    -- Can you not ther way? he said.

    Stephe pillow and said:

    -- t I  tell you  is.

    tell it?  t be a magistrate too like Saurins faty Roc of  sorry for   a magistrate like t to t place  old  ranger ted an address to tor ty years before. You could kno time by t seemed to ime: and  ime tons and yelloc