ORMESBY BROAD. 



MAKCH IN BBOADLAND. 



' Let me live harmlessly, and near the reedy brink 



Of Broadland waters, have a neat thatched dwelling-place, 

 Where I may see my dancing quill or cork down sink, 



With eager bite of bold, bright perch, or rudd, or dace.' Walton (adapted). 



PKING is now but a short way off us, and between the bursts of wintry 

 weather which the storm-king flings over the face of Nature she essays 

 to put on a cheery smile. In one of these sunnier moods of Nature we 

 are tempted to venture Broadwards for a turn amongst the perch, for our 

 lines and rods have been idle these many months, and perch are becom- 

 ing hungry. Lobworms have been difficult to procure, but patient 

 searching has not been unrewarded. ' Angling, in my judgment,' says old Izaak, 

 * deserves to be commended,' naively adding in effect that i there are no practices 

 that deserve commendation but may be justified.' Sir Henry Wootton, one of 

 Walton's piscatorial friends, used to tell him, i Angling was, after tedious study, a 



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