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green with envy. I recollect one August, in an 

 hour before lunch and two hours of the afternoon, 

 catching thirty of these fish weighing 36 Ibs., 

 which would be a good account to give of three 

 hours anywhere in England. Fishing only gave 

 such results when the tide was running out and 

 the river deposits thickened the water. At other 

 times, particularly just before high water, the 

 estuary was so clear that even my tackle rarely 

 deceived the fish, while the lines of my German 

 friends might just as well have been used for flying 

 kites. 



I have admitted with the callousness bred of 

 advancing years, that often enough I ought not 

 to have been fishing on that pier at all. I had 

 entered myself for the " Semester " as a student 

 of chemistry, one of the early loves that jilted 

 me with the rest, at Rostock University. My 

 " Matrikel " was no very complicated installation, 

 and, so far as I can recollect, it consisted chiefly 

 in paying my respects to the Deacon of my Faculty 

 and my fees to the " Qucestor" after which I was 

 duly enrolled, and circulars daily came addressed 



to me as Herrn Stud. Chem A number 



of lectures I honestly attended, as much for the 

 excellent practice they afforded in accustoming 

 the ear to technical German as for the really inter- 

 esting demonstrations made by the lecturer, him- 

 self a favourite pupil of the great Bunsen. The 





