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weigh above thirteen ounces ; as for the others, you 

 would positively laugh to see them. But, by the 

 three Graces ! there is a raree-show, a girl of sweet 

 nineteen crossing the ford. Look, Dick ! such a 

 symmetry of limb and ancle what a vision ! 'tis 

 worth the gold of a sculptor. Hai she observes us, 

 and now drops her robes, but not altogether. She 

 is knee-deep, and evidently embarrassed. There is 

 no help for it ; so on she goes, blushing and laugh- 

 ing by turns. This is genuine modesty in distress, 

 Dick ! a prude so situated would get angry a 

 flirt stumble into a hole, as if by accident, but for 

 no other purpose than exciting sympathy, bringing 

 assistance, and giving a certain celestial impulse to 

 her drapery. 



Heron. I am glad the poor thing has got over 

 safely, without any such awkward mischance as you 

 allude to. 'Twas a small measure of forbearance 

 we granted her, watching her attitudes so narrowly. 

 She is in full retreat to yon farm-house and God 

 bless her ! 



So endeth this chapter, and wisely. The remarks of 

 anglers, when deeply engaged in the sport, are, besides 

 being limited, somewhat monotonous ; and for this rea- 

 son, we presume, the club has given us no insight into 

 the operations of the other contending party, further 

 than a bare statement of the amount of fish produced 

 by each competitor at the close of the contest. It 

 stood as follows : 



