THE WARD UNION HOUNDS. QQ 



M'Neil were his companions, and ranks of the Antrim 

 Rifles, then quite the crack corps of the Irish territorial 

 army, as often rang- with the recital of the doings of 

 the hard riding "Antrim three," as it did with the 

 feats of drill by "Jack M'Kenzie's chickens" on the 

 drill-grounds. Poor Captain Montgomery's death is 

 too recent to make it necessary to recall the circum- 

 stances ; but it is not too much to say that his death 

 "in harness" was not one which the good sportsman 

 himself would have thought inappropriate, and was 

 not uncharacteristic of a man who brought to bear 

 on his pleasure the deliberation of canny Ulster, and 

 a certain recklessness more frequently attributed to 

 the natives west of the Shannon. 



Mr. Preston I have dealt with elsewhere. Messrs. 

 Duffy, Greenhill, Aungier, Mangan, and Leonard, are 

 very well known men to the *' Ward" followers, and 

 deserve to be remembered in any memoir of hard 

 riding Irishmen ; and the same may be said of Mr. 

 " Tom" Potterton, who adds the speciality, which called 

 more than once for Viceregal notice, of being " quite 

 a duck " in brooks or waterholes, especially to save any 

 of the good deer which are "quarry" to the "Wards." 

 The two Messrs. D'Arcy make good portraits. The 

 elder of the two— uncle of the other, I think the 

 most forward Irish polo player — is an ardent sportsman, 

 though not very brilliant horseman. He has been 

 Knight of the Shire for Wexford, and whether in his 

 place in parliament, in the hunting-field, or presiding 

 over the great industry which gives bread to so many 

 of his fellow-citizens, ever displays a broad liberality 

 which has gained him troops of friends. Charlie 

 Brindley, " the tough old campaigner," has been 



