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were ordered off to take part in that sanguinary 

 Struggle. The scarlet hunting-coat was laid aside, 

 and the uniform of her Majesty's service donned 

 instead, by many who had worshipped faithfully at the 

 shrine of Diana, and who were called upon now to pay 

 tribute to another deity. Alas ! several of those 

 brave fellows never returned to Ireland or wore 

 hunting costume again. No, in Russian soil they, 



" Their warfare o'er, 



Sleep the sleep that knows no breaking. 



Dream of battle-fields no more, 

 Days of danger, nights of waking." 



The Duke of Wellington, the '* great Duke," always 

 preferred hunting men for soldiers ; and, no doubt, he 

 was right, there are none so bold, and his judgment 

 was borne out at Waterloo. Many of those who had 

 hunted with the Garrison hounds charged as fear- 

 lessly into the jaws of death, on the heights of Alma, 

 in the valley of Inkerman, and on the plains of Bala- 

 clava, as they did the "yawners" they often sailed 

 over in the Kilrue, Fairyhouse, DunshaughJin, and 

 Ashbourne districts, when they participated in the 

 peaceful mimic warfare of the chase over that country 

 which is so admirably adapted for a hunting cam- 

 paign. Captain W. Hutchinson never returned to 

 carry the hunting horn, poor fellow. He sleeps by 

 the blue waters of the Bosphorus, on whose bosom 

 our then undreamed-of ironclads rock to-day awaiting, 

 perhaps, the call to war. He died of camp fever, 

 regretted by an army and all Ireland. Richard 

 Bernard has been more fortunate than his cousin ; he 

 has had many a good days' hunting since, gained new 

 laurels on the turf, and is now a Colonel of his county 



