■was the cheering over the gallant victory, losers joining with the 

 winners ; nor did it cease for half an hour. Thus, out of four essays, 

 did our Irish crack land himself three times the winner of the blue 

 riband of the leash. 



A great amount of money went to Ireland over this event— more, 

 perhaps, than upon either of the other wins. A small and humble 

 tradesman in Waterford had, as his first bet, backed (coupled) McGrath 

 to win the Waterloo and The Lamb the Grand National, which double 

 event landed him £1,300. Directly he got paid he invested for hi& 

 family, beyond reach of all others, £1,000 of it, and went, with his wife, 

 a Continental trip on the balance. He never made a bet afterwards t 

 That is what I call a sensible man. 



Winning his third Waterloo brought our little dog into such notoriety 

 that a command was graciously given by the Queen that he should 

 visit her at Windsor Castle. This he did soon after, led by his owner,, 

 who was then Lord-in- Waiting on Her Majesty. After paying visits to- 

 other distinguished personages, he returned home to end his days at 

 the stud. 



Marvellous as it may seem, McGrath proved himself still the cream of 

 the Brownlow Kennel, which during all the season of '71 was in tip- 

 top form. 



Xo sooner was it known that at home he was infinitely superior ta 

 Master Nat, then the best puppy in Ireland, than Lord Lurgan's chance 

 for still another blue riband was esteemed second to none, and his- 

 nomination for 1872 became, for the fifth year in succession, first 

 favourite, and was freely backed early in December at 7 to 1. Had the 

 dog lived a few months longer he would have, in all probability, started, 

 for the fourth time, first favourite. 



" Dixie," as was his kennel name, appeared a bit dull on December 

 23, '71, but nothing to alarm Walshe occurred till next morning, when 

 he refused to leave his bench. He rapidly got worse, and despite every 

 attention and medical assistance procurable, the great dog died at 

 Brownlow House Kennels on Sunday, Christmas Eve, 1871. 



Sorrow for the gallant dog spread all over Ireland, while absolute 

 grief spoiled the Christmas of every inhabitant of Lurgan. 



A post-mortem examination showed he had long suffered from tubercle 

 in the lungs, and that the immediate cause of death was acute pneumonia. 

 A report having gone abroad that he was poisoned, it was pleasing to 

 hear that there was not the least appearance to justify any suspicion of 

 the sort. 



During the career of this wonderful greyhound he appeared in public 

 eight times altogether — at Lurgan three times, when he won the 

 Visitors' Cup as a puppy and the Brownlow Cup twice as an aged 

 dcg ; four times at Altcar for the Waterloo Cups— three of which he 

 won ; and once on the Creagh Meadows, Co. Antrim, where he divided 

 the Moneyglass Purse, winning in all thirty-six public courses and 

 losing only one ; whilst he ran but three undecided courses, namely. 



