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A
large
and
appreciative
gathering
of
friends
and
acquaintances
from
the
metropolis
and
greater
Dublin
assembled
in
their
thousands
to
bid
farewell
to
Nagyaságos
uram
Lipóti
Virag
,
late
of
Messrs
Alexander
Thom
’
s
,
printers
to
His
Majesty
,
on
the
occasion
of
his
departure
for
the
distant
clime
of
Százharminczbrojúgulyás
-
Dugulás
(
Meadow
of
Murmuring
Waters
)
.
The
ceremony
which
went
off
with
great
éclat
was
characterised
by
the
most
affecting
cordiality
.
An
illuminated
scroll
of
ancient
Irish
vellum
,
the
work
of
Irish
artists
,
was
presented
to
the
distinguished
phenomenologist
on
behalf
of
a
large
section
of
the
community
and
was
accompanied
by
the
gift
of
a
silver
casket
,
tastefully
executed
in
the
style
of
ancient
Celtic
ornament
,
a
work
which
reflects
every
credit
on
the
makers
,
Messrs
Jacob
agus
Jacob
.
The
departing
guest
was
the
recipient
of
a
hearty
ovation
,
many
of
those
who
were
present
being
visibly
moved
when
the
select
orchestra
of
Irish
pipes
struck
up
the
wellknown
strains
of
Come
Back
to
Erin
,
followed
immediately
by
Rakóczsy
’
s
March
.
Tarbarrels
and
bonfires
were
lighted
along
the
coastline
of
the
four
seas
on
the
summits
of
the
Hill
of
Howth
,
Three
Rock
Mountain
,
Sugarloaf
,
Bray
Head
,
the
mountains
of
Mourne
,
the
Galtees
,
the
Ox
and
Donegal
and
Sperrin
peaks
,
the
Nagles
and
the
Bograghs
,
the
Connemara
hills
,
the
reeks
of
M
’
Gillicuddy
,
Slieve
Aughty
,
Slieve
Bernagh
and
Slieve
Bloom
.
Amid
cheers
that
rent
the
welkin
,
responded
to
by
answering
cheers
from
a
big
muster
of
henchmen
on
the
distant
Cambrian
and
Caledonian
hills
,
the
mastodontic
pleasureship
slowly
moved
away
saluted
by
a
final
floral
tribute
from
the
representatives
of
the
fair
sex
who
were
present
in
large
numbers
while
,
as
it
proceeded
down
the
river
,
escorted
by
a
flotilla
of
barges
,
the
flags
of
the
Ballast
office
and
Custom
House
were
dipped
in
salute
as
were
also
those
of
the
electrical
power
station
at
the
Pigeonhouse
and
the
Poolbeg
Light
.
Visszontlátásra
,
kedvés
barátom
!
Visszontlátásra
!
Gone
but
not
forgotten
.
Gob
,
the
devil
wouldn
’
t
stop
him
till
he
got
hold
of
the
bloody
tin
anyhow
and
out
with
him
and
little
Alf
hanging
on
to
his
elbow
and
he
shouting
like
a
stuck
pig
,
as
good
as
any
bloody
play
in
the
Queen
’
s
royal
theatre
:
—
Where
is
he
till
I
murder
him
?
And
Ned
and
J
.
J
.
paralysed
with
the
laughing
.
—
Bloody
wars
,
says
I
,
I
’
ll
be
in
for
the
last
gospel
.
But
as
luck
would
have
it
the
jarvey
got
the
nag
’
s
head
round
the
other
way
and
off
with
him
.
—
Hold
on
,
citizen
,
says
Joe
.
Stop
!
Begob
he
drew
his
hand
and
made
a
swipe
and
let
fly
.
Mercy
of
God
the
sun
was
in
his
eyes
or
he
’
d
have
left
him
for
dead
.
Gob
,
he
near
sent
it
into
the
county
Longford
.
The
bloody
nag
took
fright
and
the
old
mongrel
after
the
car
like
bloody
hell
and
all
the
populace
shouting
and
laughing
and
the
old
tinbox
clattering
along
the
street
.
