Salmon Fishing, 95 



If, in my frequent visits to Ireland, my sport 

 has been little to boast of, the pleasant days I 

 have spent there in the sole society very often 

 of the peasantry, always make me desirous to 

 renew my acquaintance with them. And though 

 I could never afford to pay them for their 

 services, except at a very moderate rate, I can- 

 not call .to mind an instance, when they did not 

 express themselves, not only perfectly satisfied, 

 but were, I may almost say, quite affectionate 

 in their parting salutations. " Long life to y'r 

 honour, and may all the saints in heaven bless 

 you !" These are pleasant words, and who can 

 listen to them without emotion ? 



Now I never found the Scotch peasant in the 

 smallest degree demonstrative. He will talk to 

 you, if you encourage him, and talk wonderfully 

 well, too. But to look for anything like jocu- 

 larity at his mouth, or an attempt at a witticism, 

 as well look for the sun at midnight. He has 

 also a keen eye to the main chance, rather more 

 so not unfrequently than is reasonable, as a 



