Favorite Fish and Fishing 



fore fast days, repairing to the limpid 

 stream with rod and line in pursuit of the 

 lovely grayling. 

 The Monks and But the angler, of all others, can realize 



the Grayling , . , • r i i 



that It was not alone to gratify the palate 

 that the holy brothers left the dim cloister 

 for the sunlit stream, the rosary and missal 

 for the rod and line, and forsook the con- 

 secrated pile for God's first temples — the 

 sylvan groves. And there, rod in hand, 

 seated on the verdure-clad bank, he sees the 

 silent and ghostly figures eagerly watching 

 the tell-tale float, fishing all day, perhaps, 

 from the matin song of the lark to the ves- 

 per hymn of the nightingale, while they 

 are quietly drinking In and enjoying the 

 many bountiful gifts of Nature — the merry 

 brook, the nodding flowers, the whispering 

 leaves, the grateful breeze. 

 The Cloister And how the hooking of a grayling must 



and the Stream , • i i i i i i • i 



have stirred the stagnant blood and quick- 

 ened the pulses of those austere souls ! And 

 how the languid muscles must have stiff- 

 ened, and the deadened nerves thrilled, 

 when the gamesome grayling leaped into 

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