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O leave for a while the dull smoke of the city ; 



Sons of gain, quit your desks, and your ledgers lay by, 



Seek health in the fields while each bird sings its ditty, 



And breathe the pure air underneath the broad sky. 



Sons of pleasure, come view the sweet primroses springing, 



Leave the scene where the light figurante whirls round ; 



Come list to the lark in the blue ether singing, 



Come, see how the deer in the green forest bound." 



" The glad trout is roaming in every clear stream, 



And the gilse and the salmon now drink the May flood 5 

 Then, anglers, be up with the sun's early beam, 



Let your flies be in trim and your tackle be good. 

 In Till there's good store of fat trouts to be won 



Let your skill load your creels as you wander along, 

 And at night, as you tell of the feats you have done, 



Cheer your talk with a cup of good wine and a song." 



A great number of first-rate books on angling have 

 issued from the press in England within the last twenty 

 years. Our limits will not allow us to indulge in ex- 

 tracts from them. We shall, however, briefly enumerate 

 a few of them. 



Captain Medwin's ' Angler in Wales/ is an agreeable 

 work, and conveys much useful information relative to 

 the art of angling in that part of Britain. The same 

 thing may be said of Mr. O'Gorman's work on Fishing in 

 Ireland. Poulet Scrope's * Days and Nights ' of salmon 

 fishing is a recent production of high character ; so likewise 

 is Wilson's ' Rod and the Gun.' We have had several 

 volumes from the pen of Mr. Pulman on angling generally, 



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