Echoes of the Hunting Horn 



bring one's memories back to Tipperary : then hills of 

 lesser grandeur merge in gentle gradient into the vast 

 plain of Ireland's Midlands. That plain continues until 

 one swings back once more to the hill of Castle Hackett, 

 and one feels that, quite apart from the excellent racing, 

 this panorama is worth seeing. 



There are so many things to be seen in Galway that 

 we should be grateful to our steeplechasers for luring 

 us to it. The very streets aare steeped in history. 

 Ancient plaques, inscriptions and coats of arms adorn 

 the house-fronts. Then there are the remains of the 

 old city walls, the Spanish Arch, Lynch Castle and 

 Saint Nicholas' Church. In the grounds of the latter 

 stands the window from which a namesake of mine 

 administered what is probably the world's most poignant 

 piece of justice, creating thereby, the term Lynch Law. 

 He was Mayor of the city and was held in such esteem 

 that when his son murdered a Spaniard not even the 

 most callous citizen would volunteer to execute the son 

 of such a father. He insisted on justice. He hanged 

 his own son with his own hands. 



Probably the most curious inscriptions on the gates 

 of any city were those on the Gates of Galway. The 

 mottoes were alliterative and pregnant with meaning. 

 The North Gate bore the inscription : 



" From the Ferocious O* Flaherty s, Good Lord Deliver 



Us." 



On the West Gate was : 



" From the Murderous O' Maddens, Good Lord Pre- 

 serve C/s." 

 The inscription on the South Gate read : 



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