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Guilfoyle, go. Oh no ! you can't go. Do as you 

 like, but don't go." 



To which replies servant— " Oh, I'll go, your 

 honour. Honour bright, your honour — honour bright. 

 I must go — honour bright," 



The Col. — "Honour bright — honour bright ! What 

 the devil do you mean, man ? You can go or stay ; 

 but, honour bright ! D — n it ! you can't go. Honour 

 bright." 



Guil. — " Just so, your honour. You know we war 

 not to be both drunk together. I kept the bargain. 

 But, bloody wars ! your honour, sir, I'm here thirty- 

 one days now, and ye never gave me the chance. O/i, 

 honour bright^ F II go.'''* 



After Sir Henry Parnell ceased to act as master of 

 the Emo Hounds, they were taken by Sir Walter Bur- 

 rowes, and were then one of the best packs in Ireland, 

 and well supported, hunting a very large district, in- 

 cluding part of Westmeath and King's County — 

 Cooper Hill, now belonging to the Carlow country 

 was one of their best coverts. The "field" averaged 

 from sixty to a hundred men, and it is no exaggeration 

 to say that there were at that time more foxes in one 

 or two demesnes than are now to be found in the whole 

 country. 



The change is easily accounted for: trapping 

 was not then known ; pheasants were not so much as 

 thought of. The case is very different now, hence the 

 greater scarcity of the fox family. 



Sir Walter Burrowes, sad to say, died in the hunt- 

 ing field from a fit of apoplexy; the melancholy 

 occurrence took plafece at Sheffield, near Maryboro', 

 and hunting was stopped for some time in consequence. 



