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zealous angler, flies of all denominations 

 and colours. They are the veriest gluttons 

 that ever rose to insect ; not the finny 

 epicure we meet with in our stinted rivers, 

 which will lie furtively under a bank, or 

 in the eddying pool, and laugh in his 

 scales at your futile imitation of his living 

 fare, but the downright gormandizer of 

 real and mock flies, and who will rise at 

 all and every description your book may 

 contain. 



He who has once sailed up the noble 

 waters of the St. Laurence on his voyage 

 to Quebec, can never forget the impression 

 he must have received upon first entering 

 that magnificent river. From the Island 

 of Anticosti to the Island of Orleans, just 

 below the city (a distance of nearly four 

 hundred miles), the scenery is transcend- 

 antly beautiful. 



The south shore presents one of the 

 most pleasing pictures the eye ever dwelt 



