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graver business of life, it is impossible to 

 be down-hearted on a fine early summer's 

 morning. 



" Hurrah, my boys ! " said the Captain, 

 as he seized the reins and sprung into his 

 seat ; " we '11 have a heavy basket of fish 

 to-day, any how. Up with you, Johnny, and 

 off we go ! " 



The road to Enniskillen by Pettigoe, 

 though not so pre-eminently lovely as that 

 by the southern shore, is still a very beau- 

 tiful drive. For the first four or five miles 

 it leads over a succession of hills and dips, 

 and is much more shaded and diversified 

 with trees than most Irish roads ; the ash, 

 which is the prevailing timber of the coun- 

 try, and which harmonises well with its 

 character, was now in full beauty. 



After passing through the grounds of 

 Castle Caldwell, a spot much more favoured 

 by nature than adorned by art, it emerges 

 from a series of neglected plantations and 

 woods, grown to ruin, on the shores of the 

 lower lake, opening out a fine but rather 

 tame view of its numerous wooded and cul- 

 tivated islands, and disclosing, though at too 

 great a distance to estimate properly their 



