George Henry Moore

Maurice Moore
1914 The Irish Review (Dublin)  
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more » ... r I8Io, a few months later than Mr. Gladstone. His family had been settled in Mayo for several generations, and were extensive landowners. His uncle, John Moore, who was born in Spain, where his family had taken refuge from the penal laws, joined the French under Humbert, when they landed at Killala in 1798, and enjoyed for a very brief period the position of President of the Republic of Connaught. His father, on the other hand, belonged in early manhood to the Whig literary circle, of which Holland House was the centre, but was driven into Toryism, like Sir James Macintosh and most of his associates, by the excesses of the French Revolution. He spent his late life quietly in the library at Moore Hall, occupying himself with writing books on philosophy and history. His son, George Henry Moore, was a brilliant schoolboy, contributing good verses to the magazines when he was only sixteen years old; but at Cambridge he got into a fast set, and abandoned literature, and became absorbed in riding, racing, billiards, and all the amusements of life. Then he studied a little law in London, but he was extravagant, and a love affair which affected him deeply, but was disapproved by his parents, induced him to forget his grief in foreign adventure. Between I834 and 1837 he travelled through Russia, the Caucasus, Persia, Syria, Egypt and Greece, drawing ruins, sketching camels and Syrian girls, and writing memoirs as he went along. He was the first to explore, survey and sound the Dead Sea, which had hitherto, owing to a pestilential climate and marauding Arabs, baffled the efforts of other travellers. In 1837 he returned home, and devoted himself to hunting and racing, becoming the best steeplechase rider of his day. He had many bad falls and some serious injuries; in I841, on Anonymous, he won the New Melton Stakes at Cahir, eating the best horses of the day; but next year he was riding Lord Waterford's Milo in the same race, and the horse breasting a bank rolled over, crushing him terribly. He was carried to a neighbouring house, and the doctors, thinking he was dead, discussed his funeral and how his mother should be informed. I have heard him describe how he listened to the whole conversation, hearing each word with paintful distinctness, but yet unable to move or make a sign. Though he understood,
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