102 AN ANGLER'S BASKET. 



" and one day her son asked me to go out with him for a 

 day's fishing. I bought the rods, the lines, and the basket, 

 provided the lunch, and paid railway fares and a tip to the 

 keeper ; he dug up the worms in somebody else's garden 

 with a borrowed spade. I caught fourteen trout and he 

 caught nothing. When we got home I told my landlady to- 

 cook two of the trout for my tea, and she could have the 

 rest. She did so, charging me gd. for the dripping in which 

 my two were fried, and selling the remaining dozen to the 

 fishmonger round the corner." 



A friend of mine gave me this as an incidence of good 

 nature in an Irish policeman. Two officers in a Dublin 

 street were arguing as to the corkscrewy gait of a female 

 who was walking a short distance ahead of them. " She's 

 dhrunk, I tell you," said No. i. " She's not," said No. 2. 

 " Oh ! by the powers, she's dhrunk enough," repeated No. 

 i. "She's not, I tell you," repeated No. 2, "she's not 

 dhrunk ; she's got a crooked heel to her shoe." 



A " native " in the neighbourhood of Huddersfield, in 

 attendance temporarily on some trout-rearing ponds, found 

 a fish dead on the bank of the reservoir, having apparently 

 fallen out, as men sometimes fall in. When the man who 

 found the fish was asked if it was dead when he first saw it, 

 he replied, " Oh ! yes, it must have been dead some time as 

 it was quite cold." 



There was once a negro gentleman on whom the difference 

 'twixt mine and thine sat lightly. To him said the minister, 

 " Sambo, I am very glad to hear you are a reformed character, 

 and that you have not stolen any hens of late." " No> 



