The New Orleans daily Democrat. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1877-1880, 1878-05-26
CURRAC,V MORE.
THE COURT" AND -. 'nAh" VIZ HE
MARQUIS OF WAITE "fVnD'
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Anecdotes of the ReresfOrds
Irish woodland scene.
Especial Correspondence of the Demoe, Wal

We have just returned from days raInblc
through the demesne Of
CuRRAcH MORE,
the scat of the Bcresfords, MarquiseS Of
Waterford.
After passing under the arches Of the rail
road bridge in the midst Of the adjacent vii
lagc and looking down on the factory estab-
lished by the Marquis of Waterford for the
benefit of his tenantfy we rise by steep
ascent into q billy, bare-looking country.
Bare-looking, Notwithstanding Ithe sun
streams down warm and glorious on the Dor
ders Of furze that here take the place of the
hawthorne hedges OF County Kilkenny. The
snowy golden lines run like the seams 'twixt
the patches Of an old wife's quilt, separating
the fields Of pasturage, meadow-land and till
age and cutting the hlsdes into gcometrical
figures Of every proportion.
| Bleak looking, despite the natural undua-
tions Of the surface, the ferns and mosses
cnging and clustering in the crevices OF the
cold gray rocks or slate guarries; despite the
banks of primroscs and wild violets that peep
from sheltered spots.
Up and down and around the hillocks we
drive in our jolly iaunting-car, the smooth
white limestone road, with It's brilliant Dor
ders winding ahead OF us like broad snowy
ribbon edged with gold, until we reach the
summit Of rising ground, whence We catch
our first glimpse Of the demesne
Behind us rise the Comeraghs In sharp
purple relief against tho light azure OF the
cloudless sky. Before US the magnificentiy
wooded heights of the hills circling In "the
court" in n strong contrast to the country
through which we have just passed. Only
for All instant are we permitted n birds eye
view OF the artistic groupings of the trees or
stretches Of woodland, then we are lost In u
hollow, our desires only whetted for a further
view Of this spot so very like fairy land. AT
length we reach
i AN uNPRETENTIOUS LODGE,
whose keeper threw open to US a treat well
worth days journey for its enjoyment.
Remember spring Is here, if not In It's full
ness Mt least IN it's glory. The sharp cool
ness of the earl season Is dissipated by the
generous sunbeams; the air Is full of melody,
the river gnrgling and purling through the
underground accompanies us nearly the
whole way; the sweet high notes of the lark
thrill out in soprano leadership, to the bass of
tho cawng crows ana harsh voiced peacocks;
. the hills sometimes low, sometimes high,
sometimes gently sloping, sometimes steep
are ornamented by plantations of beech, elm,
ash and deal-all with an eye to the artistic
| effect. Here lies bit OF forest, 80 thick al
, most to exclude the light; there asnooth-roled
emerald, daisy -spangled bit Of lawn. At first
we move beneath the over-arching branches
of Gins, through whose half developed foliage
of dainticst verdure the blue sky shines pale
} ly. Then we emerge into the open sunlight
only to look longingly back on the sunilecked
avenue we have Just left behind, or satlate our
sense of the beautiful by the flowing shrubs
at either side OF the smooth. graveled drive
On this hand we look down on pillows Of
foliage (the tree-tops have the appearance OF
!! waves that do not comminge) Of every con.
ceivable tint from the sombre hue Of the deal
TO the pale, delicate emerald of the aspen.
On that, we gaze upward athwart the moss
grown trunks, through the trembling
branches, to the soft, white clouds lying lazily
on the blue back ground.
This Is
, A FAMOUS HUNTING COUNTRY
around the demcsnc and the fox covers are
plenty. The Bcresfords have always been
sportsmcn, so we are not surprised from one
| point In our drive to look down on the game
, keepers lodge, surrounded by little village
, of kennels Occasionally the yeIping Of
, hounds rise clear on the air.
On we move, Mt snail pace, almost losing,
in the grand scope of wood, hill and vale, the
beauties OF quarry, rock or shrub until the
, white walls of
! THE COURT
rise slowly, as we advance.
There it stands, cleaning in the morning
; light, with it's rows of crimsOn-Sashed win
, dows, small, stiff and square parapet
wall, carved urns at each OF its corners and u
, figure OF stag ut rest, redeem it from insig-
; niiicance.
The main points Of interest In the interior
= are its admirably freScoed ceilings and the
! magnificent views from its windows.
The pauced walls Of the dining hall are fine
I, representations of NEUROLOGICAL personages,
Hercules, Apollo, DIANA etc, the work Of n
German artist, whose name we were not for
tunatc enough to discover.
, THE PAINTINGS
( are almost all family portraits. Among these
: we noticed Field Marshal Beresford, whose
''hOnOrS' adOrn the drawing room walls in
7 the shape of gIittcring stars and pieces Of
| ribbon, and Lady Louisa, wife Of that Lord
Y Henry who created such sensation In New
York n quarter OF century since. He was
remarkable for three things; his generosity,
i, his adventures and his love for the hunt. In
Vulnerable
: ANECDOTES
o of these are In vogue among the peasantry.
: We select the following
After a fatguing days sport, being still far
q from home, the Marquis entered the cabin Of
+ a poor woman, one of his tenants, and de-
4 manded something to eat. 1t was just her
o dinner hour: The steaming. pot OF potatoes
had been lifted from the fire and strained
a ing nothing Of her visitors rank, enptled the
a pot on the table, deposited alongside the
freshly boiled vegetable neat little pile OF
salt and babe her guest draw in the form on
n which he was seated, and fall to.
a There now, evick," said she, cate ye'er
1 fill an welcomed"
q He, being faint from fasting, was not slow
to comply. He squeezed the mealy potatoes
from the bursting skins, dipped them in the
salt and endeavored to satisfy himself
; my good woman" asked he, at length,
r when the sauce Of hunger being exhausted,
r the vegetable had lost its flavor, haven't
n you little meat you could offer me for a
relish?"
! "Shure, man" answered she, s'it's not twice
year me tongue makes its acquaintance
Have you no meat in the house,"
3, Not bit, more's the pity
II5f1 that It pig see there IN the corner"
rs it to kill it ye'd have me-"
"Why not?"
What nd pay Lord Waterford's rent"