PIERS 5
THeY Come.

A glorious hunting day
it was,
Full hot the scent did
lie ; ‘
For miles and miles the
huntsmen rode,
With hounds at the
full cry.

Dear cousin Bess the
scarlet coats

Did hail with great
delight;

Old Rover, too the
chase did join,
And barked with all

his might.

 

Ah! how they galloped o’er the hill!
Swift as the wind they flee,

If I some day may ride to hounds
How happy shall I be.

E. M. Cuettte.