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for one at least, sink down into an utter 

 disregard of the many pleasures it furnishes 

 me with now. 



Patience, indeed ! Why, for a whole week 

 together have I gone on each day from morn- 

 ing to evening searching the same pools and 

 streams with the fly, without seeing a single fin 

 even, to say nothing of killing a fish ! And yet 

 with all this I cannot take any credit to myself 

 for an especial stock of patience. 



If peculiar beauties bedeck the landscape, 

 where can we behold them in rarer or richer 

 abundance, than where the rivers roll on, now 

 laughing, as it were, merrily over the rocky 

 ledges ; now rushing and roaring madly, like 

 the mountain-torrent ; and now winding slowly 

 and gracefully through the meads, where the 

 cattle love to congregate in flocks and herds. 



Entranced by countless charms scenes such 

 as these continually present to the eyes of 

 the fisherman, how often have I been rudely 

 disturbed in the delightful reverie by an unex- 



