ABOUT SEYEEAL MEN 

 WHO WENT A-ANGLING, 



On Yalextixe's Day hundreds of housemaids will look up 

 the area palings, expecting a missive from Postman X, 

 and many a boarding-school miss will try to square the 

 servants so as to prevent the old lady abbess of the boarding 

 school from cutting off some amatory correspondence from 

 lovesick boys. 



You, who have the run of trout streams in the Avarmest 

 parts of the West of England, a sou'-west wind, a keeper 

 waiting for you with all fishing paraphernalia, so as to enable 

 you to welcome your first trout as your valentine on 

 February the lith. This occurred at Broxburn some 

 twenty-eight years ago, and sure I was there. 



Have to wait for thirteen days from the day you read 

 this until you feel the top of your rod bend down almost to 

 your knuckles with exactly the same delightful sensation as 

 a cricketer feels when he meets the first ball of the season, 

 and knowing that it is six inches ofi his wickets, he makes 

 " the cut," which he has dreamt of all through the winter, 

 and feels that the hit has come well off. 



Fancy again. Lady fisheresses (I appeal to good old Tory 

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