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fly in question, and the emphatic pshaw that 

 dropped from his lips, told his opinion too 

 plainly to dispute it, my conceit about my 

 performance, must, if I had any, have received 

 a deadly thrust. Still pig-headed in this, I 

 fear, as in many of my other fishing "fancies," 

 I did not the less scruple to use the despised 

 nondescript afterwards. Let the motto of young 

 fly-tiers be the same, a liberal contributor to 

 the restoration of one of the finest parish 

 churches in England adopted, as his nom de 

 plume, viz., "Nil desperandum." For with this 

 very same fly, or at any rate one, I believe, 

 quite similar to it, I had the good fortune to 

 kill my first heavy salmon. 



Fishing, a long \vhile ago, in the river Usk 

 with one, in whose society I had previously 

 spent many happy hours on the banks of rivers 

 and trout-streams, it was not without a feeling 

 of intense delight, that I heard him suddenly 

 exclaim, that he had just risen a salmon. I 

 must say, as it was rather early in the season 



