HISTORY OF THE KILDARE HUNT 



His virtues they alone unbiased see, 

 And for his faults, he has no faults to me. 



Having thus neatly evaded a description of her 

 husband, Mrs La Touche turned to his twin 

 brother Robert. 



Come forth, thou child of frolic and of mirth. 

 Thou v^ho can'st laugh at all the ills of earth. 

 Come v^ith thy merry face and sparkling eye 

 Radiant with fun and harmless raillery. 

 What shall I say of thee? My comic Muse 

 Looks sharply round for something to accuse 

 And longs to give thee her severest strain. 

 But much I fear that she will seek in vain. 

 Behold him proudly standing at the door 

 Poisoning the wholesome air with his cigar; 

 Napoleon like, with folding arms he stands 

 As if the world awaited his commands; 

 His thoughts, if thoughts he have, have taken 



flight, 

 To some wild hunting country out of sight. 

 In fancy listening to the much loved sounds 

 Of horns, and trampling steeds, and baying 



hounds. 

 He longs to hear the whip's resounding crack 

 And leap exulting on Kilmoyler's back. 

 High raised above the earth in lofty state 

 Showing the love that small things bear to great. 

 Or see him sitting at his own fireside 

 His bursting laugh resounding far and wide 



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