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a speck in the blue ether, the lark is carol- 

 ing blithely, and in the neighbouring fields 

 are heard the ploughboy's whistle, the jangle 

 of the traces, and the crack of the carter's 

 whip, startling the feathered foragers from 

 the fresh turned clods : these are beyond 

 the most cunning limner's art. 



J. Still, as we contemplate a well-exe- 

 cuted sketch, the mind supplies the ac- 

 cessories you have enumerated with such 

 gusto. 



S. I think you will find a trout near 

 the roots of that pollard oak, but take care 

 of the thorn that overhangs the water. 



J. It 's a dangerous cast : I '11 cede it 

 to you. 



S. Very well then ; stand aside. Ha ! 

 I have hooked a couple ! 



J. I 'm glad they are in your hands, 

 for I should have found one of them suffi- 

 cient. How they plunge in different direc- 

 tions like a couple of hounds in the leash, 



