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a speck in the blue ether, the lark is carol- 

 ing blithely, and in the neighbouring fields 

 are heard the ploughboy^s whistle, the jangle 

 of the traces, and the crack of the carter's 

 whip, startling the feathered foragers from 

 the fresh turned clods : these are beyond 

 the most cunning limner's art. 



J. Still, as we contemplate a well-exe- 

 cuted sketch, the mind supplies the ac- 

 cessories you have enumerated with such 

 gusto. 



S. I think you will find a trout near 

 the roots of that pollard oak, but take care 

 of the thorn that overhangs the water. 



J. It 's a dangerous cast : 1 11 cede it 

 to you. 



S. Very well then ; stand aside. Ha ! 

 I have hooked a couple ! 



J. I 'm glad they are in your hands, 

 for I should have found one of them suffi- 

 cient. How they plunge in different direc- 

 tions like a couple of hounds in the leash, 



