THE author of "Salmonia," some six or seven 

 years ago, declared that the glory of fly-fishing had 

 departed from many of the streams of Scotland ; 

 but Christopher North, a much higher authority, 

 writing within this present year, gives to all anglers 

 a comfortable assurance that, though there is what 

 he, " Christopher, and a Scotchman," calls first- 

 rate angling, " in few, if any, of the dear English 

 lakes ; " and though, with your own tackle, you 

 may angle in Crummock- water, " with amorous 

 ditties all a summer's day," and never get a rise ; 

 'tis never so in the lochs of Scotland. " But all 

 living creatures," he thus continues, "are in a 

 constant state of hunger in this favoured country ; 

 so bait your hook with anything edible it matters 

 not what snail, spider, fly and angle for what 

 you may, you are sure to catch it almost as 

 certainly as the accent or the itch." In addition 

 to this express testimony of one so well qualified to 

 give an opinion on this subject, we shall just quote 

 an account of the Ettrick Shepherd's success, in 

 little more than a mere en-passant " whup " at a 

 couple of streams, the Meggat and the Fruid*, when 

 journeying, on a pleasant April day, from his own 



