"That is true," I reply; "lut I have found so 

 very little real friendship in my life, I ain afraid I 

 shall always be romancing about some pleasant 

 association, like the person who refused to forget 

 the old love for the new : 



1 11 not forget, Old Year, 



The days that used to be; 

 Bat when the spring returns 1 11 twine, 



With sweetest flowers, a wreath for thee. 



1 Then in the paths we nsed to roam, 

 Where mignonettes and lilies lie, 

 I '11 muse upon the happy past, 



And fondly dream of days gone by.' * 



"You are quite right," replies my frionl, " if 

 you wish to worry and be lonely. But enough of 

 poetry this morning ! The world is all too beauti- 

 ful up here to think of anything except the casting 

 of thefl 



"Hello, Mixer! Why so late f Has the journey 

 tired you? Would you like to go fishing? All 

 right, old boy. We shall be off soon. Will meet 

 you, Heck, at Harrison's for luncheon at one 

 o'clock. You had better start at once, as the men 

 tell me the river has fallen five inches. You will 

 not have any time to spare if you intend fishing 

 all of Hamilton's. Have you the right flies 

 with yout* 



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