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long lost sight of Limerick may be glad to read of 

 their friends. No one to my mind ever looked 

 quite so well on a horse as our beloved Mrs. 

 Wyndham, except perhaps our present Master's 

 wife, and Mrs. Banatyne, then Miss Phelps, who 

 was only stopped by an accident two years ago, 

 but with a worthy successor in her young daughter. 

 Mrs. Hunt, who is going as hard as ever, and 

 Mrs. McDonnell and myself are the only ones left, 

 and as my candid friend Con. Magner, a hard 

 riding farmer, told me two years ago — ** Sure you 

 can't lasht much longer." 



One of the men, fewer still, Mr. Banatyne, and 

 with a page or so to himself Mr., now Captain, 

 O'Grady Delmege, and Colonel Reilly, but he was 

 not there with the Humbles. 



Anyone who has hunted in Limerick, or raced 

 in Ireland will remember J. O'G., quite the best 

 whip, probably in the world. I had a gate through 

 which even a short motor had to come through 

 with the delicacy of Agag, but he dashed in his 

 coach and four at full trot, an acute left-angle 

 turn. His drive over the bog bridge leading to 

 Water Park with a ten foot drop in front will be 

 recalled with a shiver by those who were in the 

 coach. He drives a car now, but for my part I 

 like to see him with four horses (some of which 

 may or may not have been in harness before 

 being tooled along until they began to believe 

 they had been in a coach all their lives). 



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