Then he said: --Can you answer me this one? Why is the county of Kildare like the leg of a fellow's breeches? Stephen thought what could be the answer and then said: --I give it up. " Our Constitution of 1787 was not a perfect instrument; it is not perfect yet. With the catastrophe in which the wars of the French Revolution terminated, and our own subsequent peace with Great Britain, this baneful weed of party strife was uprooted. Underneath the clamor of building and the rush of our day's pursuits, we are believers in justice and liberty and union, and in our own Union.