196 SUPPLEMENT TO THE BOOK OF THE BLACK BASS. 



There is not much likelihood of there being any occasion 

 for adding any thing more to its pages during my life, and 

 it is not at all likely that any one will ever add any thing 

 to it after I am gone. 



I feel like one who is making his last cast on a favorite 

 pool that he will see no more forever. A pool that is en- 

 deared to him by the fondest associations. A pool whose 

 every ripple is a smile — whose every changing mood is a 

 look of gladness and delight — and whose steadily flowing 

 current seems to beckon him to follow to 



"The undiscovered country, from whose bourn 

 No traveler returns." 



THE END. 



