70 SPORTING REMINISCENCES 



them is perhaps not interesting. So I have only 

 just mentioned a few which were in their way, 

 records. 



Hunting will go on when I shall be a mere 

 memory myself. Someone perhaps, spoken of as 

 having ridden in her time, and written a lot of rot. 



But I think when I get old, as Magner says, 

 " terrible ould," that I shall sit in the warmth 

 and say the weather is much colder now than it 

 used to be when I hunted, and the country must 

 be all wire, and the hounds too fast for amusement, 

 and believe there are no hunters alive now such 

 as Blackie and Cherry Boy. And no runs such 

 as I rode and loved. 



Though deep in my heart I hope I may go away 

 for good before that day comes to me, for some- 

 how I cannot imagine any life without hunting 

 in it. Ireland with her green fields and brown 

 bogs, her grey skies and lonely beauty, will be 

 there to look at and ride over. When the saddles 

 are used no more, when even the pen is laid down 

 and she spares me a httle corner to rest in until 

 the end of time. 



