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which rise like water-giants all around him ; the 

 foaming rapid whose approach is smooth as glass 

 and which reflects back the sun's rays like a pol- 

 ished mirror ; the luxuriant foliage which fringes 

 the stream and which is re-produced in even richer 

 hues by the transparent water into which it casts 

 its refreshing shadows ; and the cloud-capped hills 

 which are around him " as the mountains are round 

 about Jerusalem." 



Of course, the supreme business of the hour 

 when hooked to a fish is to land him, but even this 

 highest source of the angler's pleasure would soon 

 lose its charm, if, during the progress of the strug- 

 gle, the eye was not occasionally relieved by these 

 visions of beauty. No, it is not all of fishing to 

 fish. If it were, the angler would not be able to 

 claim fellowship with the long line of poets, philo- 

 sophers, divines and statesmen whose names, from 

 the time of St. Peter to the present hour, have 

 adorned its annals. 



Our party consisted of Gen. ARTHUR, R. G. 

 DUN, Judge FULLERTON and myself the Judge 

 taking the place of our lamented friend PELL, who 

 was called to his rest soon after his return home 

 last August. While we greatly missed him, no 

 more agreeable companion than Judge FULLERTON 

 ever cast a fly or enlivened a camp-fire. He had 

 just escaped from the Brooklyn court-room, where 



