THE AKGLEKS SOUVENIR. 



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dug out of a manure-heap is as killing as any bait 

 ever devised, and it will go hard with our rustic 

 angler if he catch not a fair dish of trout for his 

 supper. If the stream is unpreserved, every likely 

 hole has its visitor, and many are the trout who 

 have no reason to bless the oncoming of the rain. 



Birds, beasts, fishes, and man welcome the rain 

 in summer, but in the colder months of the year, 

 ah ! it is altogether a different story. We write 

 now in the month of November, and we have had 

 four weeks of almost incessant rain. We have 

 tried to drill ourselves into a cheerful state of 

 mind, but as one swallow does not make a summer, 

 so all our writing has not persuaded us that this 

 present rain is of the same nature as summer rain. 



" The day is cold, and dark, and dreary, 

 It rains, and the wind is never weary ; 

 The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, 

 But at every gust the dead leaves fall, 

 And the day is dark and dreary." 



We have need of all our philosophy, yet 



" Into each life some rain must fall, 

 Sonic days must be dark and dreary." 



