THE LOUTH HOUNDS. II3 



Monday morning by the nine a.m. train from Amiens- 

 street en route to Lisrenny. Any person who has 

 travelled on this line could not have failed to notice 

 the beautiful country through which the railway 

 passes. I had an ample opportunity of admiring, as 

 I most certainly did, the beauties of nature. On one 

 side, for miles, a grand marine view may be had, 

 while on the other is a charming country, dotted with 

 stately mansions and pretty villas. Clontarf recalled 

 to mind sanguinary struggles, the Danes, Corney 

 Delaney, ** ugh the hathens and Turks," Jack Hinton, 

 and Charles Lever. Then, as Howth's high hill 

 catches my eye, my thoughts turn in another channel, 

 and I think of the days when the black and white 

 jacket of the late lamented lord of the soil was carried 

 first past the post by Kingstown, Mince-pie, Nelaton, 

 Royal Arms, Sutton, Malahide, and other good 

 racers. Balbriggan suggests, of course, schoolgirls 

 and hosiery. After a pleasant journey of an hour 

 and a half's duration, I am once more on terra firma 

 at Dunleer. A couple of miles further on, as I 

 journeyed to Ardee, I espied the old stand-house at 

 Mullacurry. It is to be regretted that this once 

 popular steeplechase meeting has been allowed to 

 fall to the ground. Many a grand race I and hundreds 

 have witnessed over this good course, where the 

 sport was always first-rate, and the arrangements, in 

 every detail, almost perfect. I hope some sportsmen 

 in the country will endeavour to re-establish an annual 

 re-imion there. When Mr. Philip Callan, M.P., 

 resided in that neighbourhood, he was immortalised 

 by a local poet for 



" The races young Callan got up in Ardee." 



