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the fair ; and the dripping remains of the 

 canvass booths, the upset stalls, the wet and 

 broken hampers, the dirty straw, and the 

 muddy poached -up standings where the 

 cattle had been penned, made the desolate 

 street look ten times more desolate, as the 

 Parson took his morning's observation from 

 the window. 



There had been a short cessation about 

 eight o'clock, which had given some little 

 hope ; but the weather had fairly broken 

 up, and the whole week which followed was 

 but one unintermitting continuance of cold, 

 chilly, ungenial weather, never inviting, and 

 interspersed now and then with sudden 

 storms, or hours of cold piercing rain. 



The season, certainly, was not favourable ; 

 but unless the water was actually out of 

 order, which was not yet the case, the wea- 

 ther was seldom permitted to offer much 

 hindrance to the fishermen. They might 

 start, perhaps, somewhat later in the day, 

 and with somewhat less alacrity. They 

 were never without their Macintosh jackets; 

 but no day had hitherto kept them from the 

 river : and though in all that time there 

 never had been what might be called good 



