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" Burnished with blue, and bright as damask steel, 



Behold the Acus tribe with pointed bill, 



All fringed with teeth; no greedier fish than they 



Ere broke the serried lines the foaming bay. 



Soon, as the practised crow this frolic throng 



Beholds advancing rapidly along, 



Adjusting swift a tendon to the line, 



They throw then drag it glistening through the brine, 



Anon the lure the greedy fish pursue ; 



The gristle charms, but soon its charms they rue, 



Fixed by the teeth to that tough barbless bait, 



They struggling yield to suicidal fate." 



While skating on a lake at Danbury, Con- 

 necticut, a young lady lost a valuable jewelled 

 locket, which fell through a hole in the ice. A 

 week later she went to the refrigerator in her 

 home, and, taking out a piece of ice, was aston- 

 ished to see the lost locket in the middle of it. 



Fishing in Holland in 1603. "Where there 

 is nothing but ditches, and canals, and sluices, 

 and sand-banks, and dykes, and windmills, it 

 does seem somewhat miraculous that anything 

 spiritual could be imparted to an art, which 

 must, in such localities, be stripped of those 

 necessary accessories to sentiment and feeling 

 the undulating landscape and the rippling, limpid 

 stream. But, strange to say, the Dutch have dis- 

 played a genius of their own in reference to 

 fishing. They have been clever and amusing 

 caricaturists of it. It must be borne in mind 

 that this part of Europe has always been and is 

 yet famous for its salmon. Fishing, therefore, 



