Gentlemen Riders 



would give any price for his horses, he never liked giving a 

 penny too much, and Mr. Robert Watson tells us an amusing 

 story of a deal between his lordship and a breeder in the 

 King's County. This man had a hunter with a great reputa- 

 tion, for which he wanted a stiff price, and Lord Waterford 

 went to look at him. 



" Mr. Watson shortly after this went to see another horse 

 at the same place, and asked the owner if he'd sold his ' crack ' 

 to the Marquis. ' I did, sir,' said he, * and I was fool enough 

 to tell him, when he got up to ride him, that I would take 

 ;^50 off his price if he could get him down at a fence. " You 

 mean that ?" says his lordship. " I do," says I, weakly. Ah ! 

 come out now, Mr. Watson, till I show you the places he 

 leapt him over to try and get off that ;^50 ! ' ' And,' says 

 Mr. Watson, * certainly some of the places he showed me 

 seemed quite impossible for any horse to get over, but ihe7^e 

 were the footprints' " 



His chronicler goes on to tell us, "The well-known series 

 of coloured prints entitled ' The Marquis in Tipperary,' cannot 

 be accepted as anything like trustworthy representatives of the 

 hunting scenes they are intended to depict. His lordship, who 

 is the central figure in each picture, is reproduced in the 

 tightest and whitest of buckskins and topboots, and wearing 

 a very dandified scarlet coat thrown wide open. But Mr. 

 Pallissier, Mr. Sargent, and others who hunted with him, 

 declare that he always wore a scarlet coat, buttoning high up 

 to the throat, and just showing a blue silk necktie, brown cord 

 breeches, and black butcher boots. He never carried a hunting 

 whip, but always a stout cutting or jockey whip, to the handle 

 of which he had neatly lashed his horn with whipcord ; this 

 whip is still carefully preserved at Curraghmore." 



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