184 'l^he Fishing Day, 



wear a tlioughtful cast, and he utters a sigli as he shakes the ashes 

 out of his last pipe. We rise to depart, and each, as he warmly 

 grasps our hands on taking leave, truly feels tJiat 



" The evening breezes chill 



Now close our joyous scen^ 

 And yet we linger still 



Where we've so joyous been; 

 How blest were it to live. 



With hearts, like ours, so light. 

 And only part to give 

 A last, a long good night. 



Good-night r 



