MOTHS. Ill 



There must be as much amusement in this 

 kind of angling, as I conceive a friend of mine 

 could experience in his mode of treating a jack. 

 As soon as he had hooked one, no matter what 

 its weight, he hoisted the rod on his shoulder, 

 turned his back to the water, and walked 

 steadily into the field, until he heard the fish 

 flapping on dry land ! He then quietly turned 

 round, unhooked his prize, rebaited, and again 

 threw in, with Turk-like gravity, for another 

 fish. 



Why not stand blindfolded on the top of a 

 church steeple, and drop peas on the heads of 

 the passengers ? Such is all the fun I can see 

 in night-fishinoj. 



And now, to all ye who love to turn night 

 into day, whether in the ball-room, the Salons 

 de Jeu, or by the river side, (though in none 

 of these cases might you be pleased to find 

 night suddenly converted into day), I humbly 

 make my bow. With the night-loving bipeds 

 of society I have nothing to do, having nought 

 in common with them ; to the nigjht-lovino^ 

 angler I can only say, — 



