92 LONDON ANGLER'S BOOK, 



any good ; in half an hour, 3 minutes, and 5 seconds, 

 there will be a necessity for another change, which must 

 be made with all the accustomed nicety of shade and 

 size. It is all quackery and nonsense. Throw a light 

 line, keep out of sight as much as possible, use some of 

 the few flies above recommended, and in any stream in 

 England, at some part of the day, if the fish are in- 

 clined to rise at all, you may kill Dace, Chub, and 

 Trout, as well as though you had all the tackle that 

 was ever made to choose from. 



I repeat, it is not at the extremity of your line, 

 but at the but-end of your rod, there lies all the 

 mystery. 



SONG. MY PAL AND I. 

 (TUNE). " Sporting Song in my Spouse and I." 



I. 



When a May morning breaks o'er a dew spangled soil, 

 Ere cheerful the rustic starts forward to toil, 

 I'm off to some Trout stream with my pal health to court, 

 Where it ripples so bright, and where oft we've had sport, 

 With fly rods so taper and hackles so fine, 

 O'er each likely spot we throw a light line, 

 Then we mark where they rise, when one's fated to die, 

 We bog it, then onward trudge my pal and I. 

 My pal, &c. 



