that monster audience simply rocked with delight. but anon they were overcome with grief and clasped their hands for the last time. a fresh torrent of tears burst from their lachrymal ducts and the vast concourse of people， touched to the inmost core， broke into heartrending sobs， not the least affected being the aged prebendary himself. big strong men， officers of the peace and genial giants of the royal irish constabulary， were making frank use of their handkerchiefs and it is safe to say that there was not a dry eye in that record assemblage. a most romantic incident occurred when a handsome young oxford graduate， noted for his chivalry towards the fair sex， stepped forward and， presenting his visiting card， bankbook and genealogical tree， solicited the hand of the hapless young lady， requesting her to name the day， and was accepted on the spot. every lady in the audience was presented with a tasteful souvenir of the occasion in the shape of a skull and crossbones brooch， a timely and generous act which evoked a fresh outburst of emotion： and when the gallant young oxonian (the bearer， by the way， of one of the most timehonoured names in albion's history) placed on the finger of his blushing fiancée an expensive engagement ring with emeralds set in the form of a fourleaved shamrock excitement knew no bounds. nay， even the stern provostmarshal， lieutenantcolonel tomkin-maxwell ffrenchmullan tomlinson， who presided on the sad occasion， he who had blown a considerable number of sepoys from the cannonmouth without flinching， could not now restrain his natural emotion. with his mailed gauntlet he brushed away a furtive tear and was overheard by those privileged burghers who happened to be in his immediate entourage to murmur to himself in a fing undertone：
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