SATURDAY. 5 



thoughts. And if evening come and find the 

 trout, not in the creel, but left behind, rising 

 in the same old place, well, the angler is still 

 happy and content; the hopes of getting that 

 fish will sweeten the labours of another week. 

 His enjoyment is not to be measured by the 

 number of the slain ; he is no mere seeker after 

 " blood." Should fortune send him great 

 things he is becomingly grateful ; should she 

 withold her benefits, yet has he other cause 

 to be grateful, for the actual taking of fish is 

 but a question of degree in the sum of his 

 day's pleasure. 



Thus the " Saturday " angler. Hoping 

 much (an angler without hope is unthinkable), 

 expecting little, content -with less . 



If these be the attributes of folly, then is 

 it a folly to be commended to all worthy men. 



It is as a " Saturday " angler that I write. 



