WHEN THE SEWIN COME UP 

 FROM THE SEA 



" Now Iris bends her bow across the hills, 

 And looks with pity on the low-sunk rills ; 

 Betimes she weeps, then smiles, then weeps again, 

 Until her intermitting tears overflow the plain, 

 And sudden rushing down the ravine's bed, 

 Swell stream and river to the sedge's head." 



LTHOUGH, with the 

 coming of September, 

 the trout season is draw- 

 ing to a close, there are 

 many anglers who will 

 record its latest days among the best of 

 the year. Apart from the fact that the 



