2,2,8 LOVE AND ANGLING. 



and both begin to weary of the profitless 

 labour. 



The Wimple crosses the main street of the 

 village of Wayslip. It gurgles under a grey 

 bridge, at the end of which is the inn of the 

 ' Arctic Bear.' The Bear himself is standing 

 at the door with a screeching hen under his 

 arm, whose efforts to complain of certain in- 

 juries done to her are received with stolid un- 

 concern. She knows that the Bear has her eggs 

 in his pocket at this moment. " Would Miss 

 Dalrymple," he wants to say, " come in, and 

 rest in the parlour after her walk ?" but he is 

 interrupted by the yelling fowl, whom he 

 loosens from his grasp at last, when, shaking 

 its feathers, it scuttles off with an ungainly 

 scamper/ We are obliged to decline this hospi- 

 tality, and the Arctic Bear retires into his snug 

 den. 



Glance over the paling where the dead in- 

 habitants of the parish sleep. There is a larger 

 population here than in the hamlet. God's 

 acre is thickly sown. The memorial slabs 

 record a singular average of longevity. A 

 grove of giant elms, colonized by the rooks, 



