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it will be said, seems so rough and crude that it can 

 hardly be expected to awaken the elegant enthusiasm 

 of a British angler. But after all 



" Quand on n'a pas ce qu'on ainie 

 H faut aimer ce qu'on. a." 



And a genuine brother of the craft, even if he be 

 offended by the rudeness of its implements in New 

 South Wales, will find much to interest him in the 

 objects with which he becomes acquainted during its 

 exercise. He may lack the technical knowledge of 

 the naturalist, and the artistic dexterity of the painter, 

 but he ought to have a quick eye to observe, and a 

 true feeling to appreciate, the objects in which they 

 respectively delight. And if indeed thus qualified, 

 he will find the accessories of his sport scarce less 

 delightful here than at home. For scenery, indeed, 

 we can show nothing like the "emerald meadows" 

 of Driffield or Leintwardine, or by Itchin side no 

 mountain-girt lakes or deep rocky tarns, mirrors for 

 the wild shore and the changeful sky. But we have 

 craggy gorges, through which the flashing waters 

 thunder; noble rivers, with endless change of pool, 

 and eddy, and stream ; broad lagoons, around whose 

 margin the wild-fowl paddle among the blue water- 

 lilies ; while far aloof the stately swan floats lazily 

 over the still deep, with rosy bill and glossy plumes : 



" Black, but such as in esteem, 

 Prince Memnon's sister might beseem." 



