152 Salmon Fishing. 



I lingered within sight of the amusing picture 

 before me ; and when I moved on, the friendly 

 wind made me acquainted with a few words my 

 appearance called forth from " Swell " and his 

 pretty wife. "Who's that, Harry dear, with a 

 fishing-rod?" said the lady to Velvet-jacket. 

 "Oh, that fellow with the seedy coat and 

 hideous tile ! he's one of those Parsons who, I 

 am told, know where every fish in the river lies, 

 and catch lots, confound them !" "Seedy coat, 

 and hideous tile!" Quite enough, you will 

 allow, good reader, to make me " skedaddle " 

 (as a precocious grandson of mine, under three 

 years of age, had the impudence to say to his 

 aunt, the other day), lest I should have to listen 

 to some more such like delicate compliments. 



The remarks of Velvet-jacket recalled to my 

 mind a subject that rarely troubles me much, 

 when fairly launched on a fishing excursion, 

 viz : my usual costume. That it certainly is 

 not ornamental, I have been reminded more 

 than once by my plain-spoken companion. 



