The Memoirs of Admiral Lord BeresfordBeresford, Charles William De la Poer Beresford, Baron
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The Memoirs of Admiral Lord Beresford
Beresford, Charles William De la Poer Beresford, Baron
Admirals -- Great Britain -- Biography; Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 19th century
The five brothers were keen sportsmen, hard riders, men of their hands,
high-couraged, adventurous, talented in affairs, winning friendship and
affection wherever they went. {xviii} Lord John-Henry, fifth Marquess,
the eldest brother, inherited the family tradition of good
landlordship. There was never any oppression of tenants on the
Waterford estate. In the House of Lords and in the country, Lord
Waterford took a strenuous part in the troubled and complex issues of
Irish politics; although during the last years of his life he was
crippled and helpless, the result of an accident which befell him in
the hunting field. Lord William won the V.C. by an act of cool and
audacious gallantry in the Zulu war of 1879; renowned for reckless
hardihood, there was hardly a bone in his body which he had not broken;
and it is probable that his injuries, diminishing his powers of
resistance, caused him to succumb to his last illness. Lord Charles
has broken his chest-bone,--a piece of which was cut out in his
boyhood, leaving a cavity,--pelvis, right leg, right hand, foot, five
ribs, one collar-bone three times, the other once, his nose three
times; but owing to his extraordinary physique and strict regimen, he
is younger and stronger at the time of writing than most men of half
his age.
The family home of the five brothers was Curraghmore, a noble estate
lying some twelve miles west of Waterford. The great house stands in a
cup of the hills, whose slopes are clothed with woods of oak, the
primæval forest of Ireland. The oak woods adjoining the house were
planted with the design of supplying timber to the Royal Navy. Built
foursquare, like most houses in Ireland, the mansion faces upon a vast
gravelled quadrangle, closed in on left and right by the long ranges of
stables. Beyond the lawns of the terraced garden, beyond the hanging
woods, the bony shoulders of the mountains of Comeragh hunch upon the
changing sky; nearer hand, darkens the lone hill of Croughaun; and day
and night the noise of running waters, the voice of the Clodagh River,
flowing through tawny shallow and sombre pool, breaking white-maned
upon rock and fall, rises upon the quiet air. Looking westward from
the bare summit of the hill above the deer-park, you shall {xix} view
the rich valley parcelled into garden and farm and paddock, which are
set among deep groves; in the midst, flanked by a gleam of water, the
house darkens upon the westering sunlight; and beyond, the sparkling
landscape fades into the profound and aerial blue of the mountain wall.
Eastward, the rounded bosses of the forest clothe the hills; and in the
valley's gentle opening, the river Suir, like a scimitar laid on cloth
of tapestry, glimmers dark and bright upon the plain, which, studded
with woods and dotted with white specks of villages, stretches to where
the dim sea-line merges in the sky.
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