THE ANGLER'S SOUVENIR. 







Jacket, Loch Awe," and many others, imbued with 

 a similar spirit, and bearing the impress of the same 

 master hand, is extremely questionable, so far as 

 the general interests of society are regarded. They 

 have unsettled the minds of many. By a kind of 

 fascination, they have allured the elderly gentleman 

 whose annual summer trip never extended beyond 

 Margate, to venture on a long journey to attend 

 the Windermere Regatta, trace the course of the 

 Duddon, or ascend Skiddaw, instead of viewing 

 Doggett's coat and badge rowed for on the Thames, 

 wandering by the Regent's Canal, or climbing 

 Primrose Hill, to see Mr. Sadler's balloon go up ; 

 and even lawyers may now be seen, during the long 

 vacation, angling for trout on Loch Awe, who for- 

 merly confined themselves to trolling for pike 

 fresh-water attorneys in the river Lea. From 

 Midsummer to Michaelmas the lakes are perfectly 

 swarming with visitors, while trout have, in the 

 same ratio, become scarce ; and beds are scarcely 

 to be had for love or money. It is in vain that the 

 11 contemplative man" endeavours to enjoy his 

 meditations alone. If he ascend Skiddaw, he over- 

 takes and passes a slow-paced, short-winded com- 

 pany toiling up the steep ; he meets a second 

 coming down, who have a match against time, and 

 intend completing a tour of the lakes in four days ; 

 and the first sight that greets him when he reaches 

 the top is a family party of thirteen, engaged in 

 eating a family dinner legs of mutton and trim- 



