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Then give me the rays, and the birds, and flowers, 

 Oh ! not for a world would ray heart forego 



The pure sweet joys of these peaceful bowers, 



And the charms which the thought of the past can throw 



On our happier days, and our calmer hours ; 

 When kindling again the impassioned glow 

 Which I deemed with my childhood had ceased to flow. 



It is not intended to give an account of the 

 various flies used on this occasion, or of the attempts 

 the party made to capture a salmon. The reader 

 must be contented with knowing, that after trying 

 some of the most likely pools, Dr. Hastings at 

 last succeeded in landing two salmon of a tolerable 

 size, and which it required all his skill to effect, and 

 that Mr. Hilary broke his line in his attempt to se- 

 cure one. As for Mr. Eames, he despaired of any 

 success, but looked at the proceedings of his com- 

 panions with considerable interest, as they lingered 

 in the lonely and beautiful vallies through which 

 the winding stream forced its way. The sun was 

 now declining, and the grey tints of evening were 

 stealing upon them, and succeeding the soft yellow 

 hues which the setting sun had before cast on the 

 surrounding objects. They hastened towards the 

 lonely farm-house at which they had left their car- 

 riage, and met a straggling herd of cattle winding 

 through the valley, attended by a damsel who 

 carolled her evening song. There is nothing per- 

 haps, which accords more pleasingly with the calm- 

 ness and softness of an evening landscape, than cat- 



