RIPON CATHEDRAL PROM THE BANKS OF THE SKELL. 



IN MEMORIAM. 



And when the hand that casts the fly 



Can cast the fly no more ; 

 And death shall land us fairly 



Upon that unknown shore, 

 May we like yonder river glide, 



So calm, so peacefully, 

 From time, that owes us no regret, 



Into eternity ! 



F. FRANCIS (in " By Lake and River.") 



SOME time ago, on a fine, bright summer's afternoon, I took 

 my seat in a railway carriage to take a journey some forty 

 miles northward on a fishing expedition. The guard had 

 given his signal, and the train was just upon the move, 

 when a gentleman, similarly equipped as myself, and 

 evidently bound on the same errand, threw open the car- 

 riage door and jumped in ; he seated himself opposite to 

 me, and after a few casual remarks, we were soon convers- 

 ing together in that sociable way peculiar to anglers when 

 they meet. 



