70 THE SUMMER 



pie with the merry laughter of spring 

 waters, and the rivers to flow in a flood 

 of golden brown bejewelled with silvery 

 bubbles. And although we would not 

 deprive the undaunted fisherman of the 

 wholesome exercise and the pleasure of 

 the toil that he experiences when in quest 

 of the summer trout on an impossible 

 day, I would suggest that many a one 

 would be spared disappointment if he 

 were to be content with other things 

 until the "rise" comes on in the even- 

 ing. 



Let the summer sun blaze upon the 

 flowery earth until the landscape pales 

 beneath his brilliant rays, and, even as 

 the trout are basking under the greenery 

 of overhanging banks, let us wile away 

 the hours in contentment, dozing in the 

 grateful shade of the woods, or, better 

 still, lying among the heather, offering 

 burnt-offerings in the pipe of peace to 

 the gracious beauty of the summer, and 



