wishes steal away the roses from your cheek you 

 have now a color like a peony, Simpson, and pre- 

 sent you with wrinkled crow-toes in exchange. As 

 soon as the green leaves "begin to appear on the 

 quickset hedge of your garden, start hy the first 

 steamer for Aberdeen, and thence find your way 

 as you best can to the Spey, the Ness, the Beauly, 

 the Shinn, the Oykell, the Ainag, the Cassly, or the 

 Carron; and if you have not sport to your satisfac- 

 tion, "between 10th April and 10th May, cross the 

 country to Portpatrick, take the steamer to Donag- 

 hadee, and then set off for Cunnemara as fast as 

 you can hie, and you will he there time enough 

 to have a month's good fishing in the Costello, 

 the Spiddle, or 



" The sweet flowing river of JBallinahinch." 

 I should like extremely to visit Cunnemara myself, 

 " the next parish to America," as the Angler in Ire- 

 land says, 



" Sedfugit interea, fugit irreparabile tempus, 

 Singula dum capti circumvectamur amore." 



" With angling enraptured, at ease sitting here, 

 While we talk of the scenes of our fishing next year, 

 How the salmon we'll tempt with a neatly dressed ny, 

 The time that will never return hastens by." 



Whether fishing or talking about it recounting past 

 pleasures, or anticipating future pulling out trouts 

 as fast as we can throw in, or thinking time slow 

 when wearying for a rise in joy or in sorrow, in 



o 



