184 The Fishing Day. 



wear a thoughtful cast, and he utters a sigh as he shakes the ashes 

 out of his last pipe. We rise to depart, and each, as he warmly 

 grasps our hands on taking leave, truly feels that 



" The evening breezes chill 



Now close our joyous scene, 

 And yet we linger still 



Where we've so joyous been j 

 How blest were it to live, 



With hearts, like ours, so light, 

 And only part to give 

 A last, a long good night. 



Good-night !" 



