THE ANGLER'S SOUVENIR. 



How ths salmon we'll tempt with a neatly dressed fly 

 The time that will never return hastens by." 



Whether fishing or talking about it, recounting 

 past pleasures, or anticipating future, pulling out 

 trouts as fast as we can throve in, or thinking time 

 slow when wearying for a rise, in joy or in sorrow, 

 in. sickness or in health, getting or spending, Old 

 Time, however we may fancy him moving, fast or 

 slow, still holds equably on his silent, stealthy pace ; 



and, 



" Let the day be ever so long, 

 At length it ringeth to evensong." 



These candles, however, contrary to the usual 

 progress of things, are growing gradually shorter. 

 Tweddell, I wish you would give us another song, 

 before they reach the vanishing point. You never 

 sing now, I believe, Simpson, the more's the 

 pity, either at kirk or merry meeting. 



SIMPSON. That is because you never avail your- 

 self of an opportunity of hearing me. I am rather 

 out of song not of voice at this time, remember- 

 ing nothing but a few old ones, which were standards 

 in the days of Incledon, but are now quite out of 

 fashion, or I would give you a treat directly. 



FISHER. I can excuse you, for I have some in 

 distinct recollection of once hearing you bawling 

 out in the " Storm," and, in conjunction, though 

 not in concert, with another amateur, completely 

 reversing "All's Well." But come, Sandy, do 

 favour us, if you please, and, for to-night, this shall 





