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cropterus Prevaricatrix), or a silver-gleaming False- 

 hood (Salmoides Falsus), each more huge than the 

 other, and all "heating the record'' quite out of the 

 field.* 



What wonderful vistas, what remotely narrowing per- 

 spectives, stretch away into the vague distances of the 

 first two of these grand realms ! How far reachingly the 

 life-lines of anglers uncoil in both directions from the 

 reel of time — "playing" the hoarded treasures of 

 memory at one end, and making tournament casts into 

 the future with the other ! Are not the time-worn rod- 

 case and the well-thumbed fly-book and note-book on 

 his table, side by side with the last daintily tapered 

 product of his plane, rasp and scraper — his rod, just 

 finished for the coming summer — which, perchance for 

 him may never come ? 



Is he not at once revelling in the past and dreaming 

 of the future ? 



There is no sport, when known in all its brandies, 

 that is so fully an all-the-year-round delight as is 

 angling. 



Many an idle hour of the long winter evenings may 

 be pleasantly passed by the angler in "going over" 

 his tackle, oiling his reels, airing his lines, and re-ar- 

 ranging his flies, freeing them from the moth and rust 

 that do corrupt. He is but a slovenly worshipper at the 



* Note — The writer respectfully submits this nomenclature to 

 revision by Dr. Henshall, an unquestioned authority. 



