The Fishing of Burns with the Wet Fly 2 1 



one thinks of the days that can never be 

 lived over again the days of boyhood and 

 of youth. 



Eather let us be thankful, in old age, for 

 the hours thus spent in our youth. It is 

 idle to repine that past joys lie behind us. 



A quaint old proverb comes to my 

 rescue, and prevents me falling into a more 

 serious vein. 



"You cannot eat your pudding, and 

 have it too." 



Just so. 



