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that the sun, which, is shedding a flood of glory through 

 the rosy clouds that for half an hour "before partly ob- 

 scured his rays, -will in ten minutes sink "behind the 

 western hill, although it "be the 21st of June. Involun- 

 tarily he stands for a while to gaze upon the scene. 

 Everything around him in the solitude of the "bills for 

 there is no human dwelling within five "miles appears 

 quiet and composed, "but not sad. The face of nature 

 appears with a chastened loveliness, induced "by the 

 departing day; the winds are sleeping, and so are the 

 birds lark and linnet, blackbird and thrush: the leaves 

 of the aspen are seen to move but not heard to rustle : 

 the bubbling of the stream, as it hurries on over rocks 

 and pebbles, is only heard. The angler's mind is filled 

 with unutterable thoughts with wishes pure, and 

 aspirations high. !From his heart he pours, as he 

 turns towards home, 



"Thanks to the glorious God of Heaven, 

 "WMch. sent this summer day." 



The exercise which the angler takes when fly-fishing 

 is no less conducive to the health of his body, than the 

 influence of pleasing objects contributes to a contented 

 mind. He is up in the summer morning with the first 

 note of the lark ; and eie he return at noon he has walk- 

 ed twenty miles ; 



" . . . . By burn and flow'ry brae, 

 Meadow green and mountain grey." 



and has ate nothing since he dispatched a hasty break- 

 fast of bread r.nd -nnilV about four in the morning; 



