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draw Corbally, in the hopes of finding the fox that had given the 

 great run which I related at page 5. A fox was found there, but 

 whether he was the one wanted or not no one can tell. However, he 

 ran the same line exactly as that of the previous occasion as far as the 

 top of Miltown Hill, but then wheeled sh?.rp to the left, down the hill 

 and up that of Corbally. 



The houads were hunting slowly, and had just recrossed the Kilmo- 

 ganny road, on to which was a low rotten fence, with a narrow shallow 

 grip on the landing or road side. It was when jumping this insignificant 

 obstacle that Mayboy, the horse Lord Waterford was riding, pecked 

 on landing, and threw him heavily on the top of his head on the hard 

 road. He never moved nor uttered a sound after his fall. 



Of course, all the field pulled up, with the exception of a few who 

 happened to be in front at the time. Dr. O'Ryan was close to the 

 poor Marquis, and got to his side in a minute, but life had already 

 departed. 



Many theories were given as to what caused death, among thena 

 apoplexy, but I think there is no doubt whatever that he broke his 

 neck, for the top of his hunting cap was bulged in, and there came a 

 bluish mark across the back of his neck soon after death. However, 

 the clearest explanation of the fall which I ever got was from Sir John 

 Leslie, and that only within the last two years, when he informed me 

 that this fine horseman was sufi'ering from acute lumbago at the time, 

 and was perfectly unable to sit a horse if he made any mistake. This 

 accounts for the catastrophe beyond all manner of doubt, and scatters 

 the theory of sudden apoplexy, which at all times appeared to me 

 absurd. 



Lord Waterford was born on the 26th April, 1811, therefore he had 

 all but completed his forty-eighth year when he was killed. 



His death, occurring as it did in the flower of his manhood, caused 

 more sensation, and I am sure more universal regret, than did any other 

 event for many a year before or after. His multitude of friends 

 mourned him as a brother. All sportsmen recognised the fact that 

 one of their greatest chiefs had been cut off", while the whole nation 

 lamented over the untimely death of " The Marquis." 



Yes, he was indeed a universal favourite. His daring deeds, his 

 lively escapades, his fame as a foxhunter, and his brilliant horseman- 

 ship were known to everyone, while his generous disposition was ever 

 put to practical illustration. Truly, he was a rare specimen of manli- 

 ness, which, in addition to his deeds, his noble bearing and strikingly 

 handsome face plainly portrayed. 



I don't believe there ever was in Ireland a larger funeral. It took 

 place on the 6th April, 1859. The number of those who attended 

 could be computed only in hundreds, and all came for the sole purpose 

 of doing reverence to the memory of their dead favourite. 



Lord Waterford left no portrait or likeness after him except a minia- 

 ture which the Marchioness had. That gifted lady, however, produced 



