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THE ANGLER'S SOUVENIR. 



has caught no trout, though he has lost many flies. 

 On the fourth day it rains, and in the forlorn hope 

 of filling his basket while the water is rising, he 

 ventures, without umbrella, to brave a shower 

 but still without success ; he catches nothing but a 

 cold. The same night he has his feet put in warm 

 water, and takes a basin of gruel when he goes to 

 bed. How unlike the angler proper, who has tho 

 same day been fishing in the Tweed, between Yair- 

 bridge and Melrose. He has caught four grilses, 

 and as many dozen of trouts, from three in the 

 afternoon till seven ; and about eight o'clock, to 

 save time and trouble, takes both dinner and supper 

 at once ; and afterwards en joys, with Capt. Clutter- 

 buck, a bottle of wine, drinks three tumblers of 

 toddy, smokes two cigars, and retires to bed about 

 eleven, to rise, like a giant refreshed, at six the 

 next morning. 



But to attend to the progress of our amateur 

 angler's disorder. The next morning he finds that 

 the cold which he has caught when trying for trout 

 is not disposed to leave him ; so he takes his coffee 

 and reads the newspaper in bed. He gets up aboxit 

 two in the afternoon, rather hoarse, with a slight 

 tickling cough, but dares not stir out, as a drizzling 

 rain is falling. Towards evening he becomes 

 fidgety, and wants something to read ; and looking 

 into his trunk for a book, lays his hands on Walton, 

 which, in savage mood, he throws to the other sido 

 of the room, wishing the good old man, and all 



