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THE ANGLER'S SOUVENIR. 



white, and roses yellow grew in the greatest pro- 

 fusion, and with the happiest effect of colour. 



Near one part of the house a large wild cherry- 

 tree grew on the shaven lawn, the red fruit trembling 

 multitudinous among the leaves. On the left part 

 of the house a lime-tree flung its sheltering branches 

 over one end of the croquet-lawn, and to the right 

 stretched the flower-gardens, resplendent in colour, 

 and behind all were dark firs that hid the out- 

 buildings beyond. It was a fair scene, but its 

 greatest beauty was that it was home. 



The home of one's childhood has a sacred charm 

 about it that is never wholly effaced, even by the 

 comforts of the new home a man forms when ho 

 marries and settles down. Happy are they who 

 have thus two homes, and both of them pleasant 

 ones ; and pleasant is the time when the offshoot 

 can spare its tenants for a visit to the older home. 



There in the doorway stood the mother, her 

 hands quivering with the tenderness of the welcome 

 she had ready for her first-born, who to her was a 

 boy still, notwithstanding he had married a wife 

 and had a hoxisehold of his own. Father, mother, 

 brothers, sisters, well it is when nothing occurs 

 during the many months of absence, and through 

 the hurry of the selfish turmoil of increasing cares, 

 to mar your loving welcome, or dim your fond and 

 admiring glances with aught but the mist of glad 

 tearlets. W ell may a man strive his utmost to deserve 

 the pride you feel in him and his achievements. 



