THE YOUNG ANGLER. 



WE never met with a boy that did not like angling, and we believe 

 that all boys have had a love for the gentle art, from the time when 

 Simple Simon's mother, in the old rhyme, would not allow him to 

 air his heels by a run to the river-side ; so, being an ingenious youth, 

 though not too bright, he filled the old woman's pail with water, got 

 the poker for a fishing-rod, the clothes-line fora fishing-line, the 

 meat- hook to hang his bait of fat bacon on, and like " Patience on a 

 monument," sat bobbing for whale by the kitchen-fire. 



But it is not in catching fish alone where the enjoyment of angling 

 is found it is so jolly to be out by the breezy river, to hear the 

 birds singing beside the streams, to see the silver clouds, the blue 

 sky, and the bending flowers all mirrored in the bright, flashing 

 waters, on which the gaily-painted float sits like a lily, rocked by the 

 little eddies to feel the warm sunshine and the gentle shower these 



