THE CORINTHIAN CUr PICTURE. 3OI 



fond of horses and hounds, and always kept a stud of 

 such horses that I do not exaggerate when I say that in 

 the saddle his Lordship generally "clasped perfection." 

 The carriage department in Bishop's Court was most 

 carefully looked after, and the harness-horses were 

 models of their kind, so that his " drives" were the 

 " pink of perfection." Early in life his Lordship was 

 an excellent "whip," but of late years he handled only 

 single " ribbons." About the time the picture was 

 taken, he had given up driving his own team, but was 

 to be seen at each annual gathering at glorious 

 Punchestown, in the box seat; his usual overcoat of 

 splendid proportions, made of a white material, with red 

 and black cross-bars (horse-cloth pattern), being the 

 centre of a tumultuous cheering crowd, from the- 

 "gap" to the "yard." His love of sport, and the 

 " Stunner Tartan " were, however, the only points of 

 resemblance between Lords Clonmel and " Scamper- 

 dale." Old liahihtcs of Punchestown will remember 

 Lord Clonmel, as, v/ith long thong whip In hand, 

 dressed in the scarlet uniform of the Kildare LIunt 

 Club, and mounted on his favourite white horse, he 

 cantered up and down the rails, cheerily rating the 

 rustics, with whom, as with those of his own rank, 

 he was an especial favourite. One day, when " clear- 

 ing" the course, a young gentleman, now a popular 

 medical man in the county, did not get out of his 

 Lordship's way quickly enough. His horse, a fractious 

 four-year-old, objected to pass the crowd at either the 



stand or the run-in end. " Begad, M , I must 



make him move," said his Lordship. Crack goes his 

 double thong, whirr goes the four-year-old. Round 

 he comes with a snort, then a plunge, and straight 



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