-'82 AN ANGLER'S LINES. 



" A very nice fish, sir, for this little 

 "brook,'* he remarked, and coming through a 

 .gap in the hedge, he passed a foot-rule over 

 the trout. 



" Twelve inches and a half, and in 

 splendid condition . ' ' 



During the next few minutes I was more 

 occupied in talking to the keeper than in 

 fishing, and this was responsible for a belated 

 strike and a missed opportunity. My next fish 

 was a rainbow, too small to kill, and he was 

 replaced in the pool none the worse for his 

 .adventure. The keeper hereupon, after wishing 

 me good-night, whistled to his clog, and passed 

 on over the bridge. I had known him for 

 many years, a good, honest, worthy fellow, 

 and little did I think that " good-night " was 

 to be " good-bye " for we never met again. 

 Within the fortnight pneumonia had claimed 

 him for a victim, and he was borne to his rest 

 in the little village church -yard. 



Continuous whipping of a water is good 

 neither for man nor fish, and sitting down, I 



