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ations, be the angler parson or not. With me, I 

 am free to confess, a walk through one's parish, 

 or in a crowded thoroughfare in a town, would 

 not be adventured in a dress all unsuited to that 

 usually worn by men of the same avocation. 

 But on the banks of a river where one rarely 

 meets a soul, save a rustic, or brother fisherman, 

 a clerical -costume would not be a whit less 

 ludicrous, than the worthy critic's broad 

 shoulders and well-proportioned legs the one 

 encased in a " swallow-tail/' the other in black 

 silk "tights!" What says Blakey on the 

 subject ? 



"Dress not in colours bright or gay, 



Nor be in gaudy raiment seen, 

 But let your garments still betray, 

 A modest dark or sober gray." 



It was not many yards below the pool, where 

 I witnessed the amusing manoeuvres of Velvet- 

 jacket, that I once had a desperate though 

 successful fight with a large salmon, of which, 

 perhaps, the following lines may furnish the 

 reader with a faint notion : 



