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stream, as it hurries on over rocks and peb- 

 bles, is only heard. The angler's mind is 

 filled with unutterable thoughts with wishes 

 pure, and aspirations high. From his heart 

 he pours, as he turns towards home, 



' Thanks to the glorious God of heaven, 

 Which sent this summer day.' 



The exercise which the angler takes when 

 fly-fishing, is no less conducive to the health 

 of his body, than the influence of pleasing 

 objects contributes to a contented mind. He 

 is up in the summer morning with the first 

 note of the lark ; and ere he return he has 

 walked twenty miles 



< By burn and flowery brae, 

 Meadow green and mountain grey j' 



and has eaten nothing since he dispatched a 

 hasty breakfast of bread and milk about four 

 in the morning; nor drunk, except a glass of 

 cogniac or glenlivat, qualified with a dash 

 of pure spring water, from the stone trough of 

 a way-side well, on his way home. When he 

 goes to the water-side, as it is more than 

 likely that he will have to wade, he puts on a 

 pair of lamb's-wool socks, and an extra pair in 

 his pocket. Should his feet be wet when he 

 leaves off fishing, he exchanges his wet socks 



