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THE ANGLERS SOUVENIR. 



water big trouts rise leisurely and an electric 

 tug as we strike announces to us the pleasant fact 

 that we have hooked a nice fish. There is not 

 much room for him to fight, and in a few minutes 

 we have led him into the shallow brook below, and 

 there at last he lies upon the yellow gravel, a silver- 

 bellied, red-spotted beauty of quite two pounds in 

 weight. 



" Ah, you rascal ! " cries a voice from an upper 

 window of the mill; "you have caught my best 

 trout. Now just take a cast over the pool below 

 the weir, and then come in and have some dinner. 

 It will be ready in ten minutes. Now, no excuses 

 you must be hungry after catching such a fish." 



That is the miller a Tennysonian miller. 



" I see the wealthy miller yet, 



His double chin, his portly size, 

 And who that knew him could forget 

 The busy wrinkles round his eyes ? 



The slow, wise smile that round about 

 His dusty forehead drily curled, 



Seemed half within, and half without, 

 And full of dealings with the world." 



A heavy dinner in the middle of the day does 

 not agree with us, but the miller would not be 

 pleased if we declined his invitation, and we are 

 hungry ; so after landing another trout a small 

 one this time we prop up our rod against the 

 porch, and enter the mill. 



We have a pleasant family dinner in the low- 



