Oh, as I watched them there came over me such a longing, such a hungry yearning to have one of those children for my own.

One beautiful girl stood entirely naked on the sand, and there as’ she half sat, half reclined sideways, leaning upon her elbow, with her knees bent and her legs and feet partly drawn back and up, she was a model for a sculptor, there was the supple slender waist, the gentle dawn and tender swell of the bosom and the budding breasts, the graceful rounding of the delicately beautiful limbs and above all the soft and exquisite curves of the rosy dimpled bottom and broad white thigh.

... the girl’s plump person was seen naked hanging from the swing. O ye gods, the fall of Hebe was nothing to it.

Hebe was a daughter or Zeus and the goddess of youth.

Then Kitty ran out into the rain and puddles in the farmyard and came in so wet that her shoes and stockings had to be stripped off, her lovely limbs were unencumbered with drawers and Bessie tossed her in the air, and for my benefit turned up her legs, showing her beautiful bottom and thighs white and soft and warm and rosy and as pretty as a picture.

I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me pedophilia or give me death! Plagiarized from Patrick Henry (May 29, 1736 – June 6, 1799), an American attorney, planter, and orator.

There's no doubt about it, H. Rev. Kilvert definitely had just the feelings we have.