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THE ANGLERS SOUVENIR. 



off for yet another year the pilgrimage to fresh 

 fields and pastures new which in the winter time 

 we have planned. As the race for pelf grows 

 swifter, the time for a holiday is more hardly 

 snatched, and yet more keenly longed for. With 

 iis a habit has arisen of discussing on Sundays, 

 at dessert, the manner in which the next vaca- 

 tion shall be spent. It is pleasant to talk so, 

 although the fulfilment of these plans falls far 

 short, as a rule, of their conception. Whatever 

 we plan, though, as the time for starting grows 

 near, we feel that mere rest is the great desi- 

 deratum, and so we dive at once into the stillness 

 and fragrance of a quiet, restful, country holiday. 

 What it is like we will try to show you, if you 

 will only care to read. 



June blazed forth her hottest, and then strove 

 to quench her heat with many showers. After a 

 fortnight's rain the glass became more settled, and 

 it seemed to us that there was every prospect of 

 some continued fair weather. So as July grew 

 apace we resolved to visit the home we had not 

 seen for a twelvemonth, ere the June roses had 

 lost their glow. It was a long journey. Starting 

 in the afternoon, we stayed the night at a manu- 

 facturing town, and then we started westward, 

 through a country that steamed under a soft, warm 

 rain, to the pleasant house that nestled where tho 

 border hills of Wales curtseyed to the rich Shrop- 

 shire plain. After the dwarf vegetation and hard- 



