[ Fox-hunting in Ireland; Printed Verse; Not recorded ] The Darrigle Day. | November 15th, 1880

[For Private Circulation only] Unpublished poem, four pages, 8vo, not bound, sl. water affected ow good condition, fourteen verses on three pages. First verse; You may boast of your spins over Aylesbury Vale; | You may brag of your gallops from Ranksboro' gorse; | Of your Greatwood or Waterloo tell a fine tale; | Of your deeds in the shires you may talk yourselves hoars: | They are well in their way: but we all of us say | There is nothing can equal our Darrigle Day. Last Verse: This fair day was o'ershadow'd by one only cloud -| Her [italic] absence, whose name's only uttered to bless | Whose presence is sunshine. May the Bard be allowed | For this once, to call her our dear Marchioness; | For we all of us say, she's the one missing ray | Was wanting to brighten our Darrigle Day. In between these verses is described a racy fox-hunt. This leaflet was extracted from an album put together a by a Wellesley Paget, RHA.No other copy traced; nor publication.