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art, asked his son and daughters to sing his fa- 

 vourite Angler's Glee.* 



It was late when our party set off homewards. 

 A warm breeze had sprung up, and the beauteous 

 moon might be seen sometimes appearing to wade 

 through the clouds, then becoming obscured, and 

 again bursting forth in all its glory. As they ap- 

 proached the crazy wooden bridge already de- 

 scribed, Lucy was beginning to express her fears 

 at the danger of passing it, when her enthusiasm 

 was awakened by seeing the moon-beams playing 

 on the waters of the falling cascade. The foam 

 and the spray, as they were dashed on the rocks, 

 glittered from the effects of the refulgent light, 

 and then all was obscured. Again the moon burst 

 forth, and the carriage was stopped, that they might 

 enjoy the scene. It was one worthy of Salvator 

 Rosa. They were again proceeding, and were 

 about to pass the bridge, when Lucy declared that 

 she heard a shout, and begged her father to stop. 



" It is only the noise of the falling waters which 

 you hear/' said her father. 



" No, no/* exclaimed Lucy, " there, I hear 

 it again do stop, dear Papa, a moment.'* 



" Stop, for heaven's sake, stop," said some one 



* The song on the preceding page is dedicated to my friends of 

 the Walton and Cotton fishing clubs, as a trifling token of regard 

 from their old companion and chairman, 



THE AUTHOR. 



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