CAKPE DIEM. 



As one gets ever such a little older, one gets very 

 much more disinclined to take much trouble, much 

 physical trouble that is, about hobbies which once 

 were ridden to death. A few years ago it was a 

 pleasure to get up at two o'clock in the morning, 

 and have six hours' fishing before it became neces- 

 sary to get to work at Blackstone and Chitty, and 

 the endless writing of " common forms ; " now I 

 prefer keeping within the sheets until breakfast- 

 time, and leaving fishing expeditions for legi- 

 timate holidays. So that, as holidays are not 

 very frequent, and often necessarily taken up in 

 other ways, and as fishing stations are distant, and 

 not easily accessible, my hand is in danger of for- 

 getting its cunning in wielding a fishing-rod. I 

 do not so much miss my favourite sport until, 

 in an unfortunate hour, I get hold of a book of 

 angling reminiscences, of which there are plenty, 

 and reading in its pages vivid descriptions of days 

 by the river-side, such as I used to experience 

 myself, my fancy sets to work, and, aided by 

 memory, conjures up such delightful visions that 

 at last I cannot sit still; the room ay, and the 







