4° FORESTER. 



Come now, I'll tell it you, Forester's story. 



Take the armchair now, and light a cigar. 

 Yes, it's a pleasure to tell of his glory, 



Though it comes sadly, and comes with a jar. 



Forester came from a friend, who has drifted 



Out on the silent and mystical way ; 

 One with a mind intellectually gifted ; 



One who was fairly well known in his day. 



Brought up together from childhood, we started 

 Early in life with a friendship that bound 



Both into one — it was seldom we parted ; 

 Each of us worshipped the note of a hound. 



Then, when we grew to an age, we took over 

 The whole of the country, each hunted a pack ; 



Both were united, and both were in clover, 

 Sailing along on the velvety track. 



After there came a sad illness, that laid him 



Low in the midst of a brilliant career; 

 Sorrow and suffering and pain only made him 



Patientier, and to his comrades more dear. 



Then, on a night when the moonlight was creeping 



Over the silvery breast of the vale, 

 A group of sad comrades stood round him, and weeping, 



Watched the still face that was peaceful and pale. 



