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The most successful fly, every where, was th6 

 deep orange silk body, with broad gold tinsel, 

 rich mixed wings, and macaw horns. 



Angler in Ireland. 



Trout Fishing Anecdote. " As Walter was thus 

 meditating, he arrived at the banks of the little 

 brooklet, and was awakened from his reverie by 

 the sound of his own name. He started, and 

 saw the old Corporal seated on the stump of 

 a tree, and busily employed in fixing to his 

 line the mimic likeness of what anglers, and, for 

 aught we know, the rest of the world, call the 

 * violet fly/ 



" 'Ha ! master, at my day's work, you see : 

 fit for nothing else now. When a musket's half 

 worn out, schoolboys buy it pop it at sparrows. 

 I be like the musket : but never mind have not 

 seen the world for nothing. We get reconciled 

 to all things: that's my way (laugh) ! Now, 

 Sir, you shall watch me catch the finest trout 

 you have seen this summer : know where he lies 

 under the bush yonder. Whi sh ! Sir, 

 whi sh!' 



" The Corporal now gave his warrior soul up 

 to the due guidance of the violet-fly : now he 

 whipped it lightly on the wave ; now he slid it 

 coquettishly along the surface ; now it floated, 

 like an unconscious beauty, carelessly with the 

 tide ; and now, like an artful prude, it affected 



