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tures themselves can be best sought after when 

 the blood flows fast ; for the time will come 

 when the rod and the tackle will perforce have 

 to be laid aside, and memory will then, unaided, 

 afford you many a pleasant retrospect, and you 

 will even companionless fight your battles 

 over again. You remember the story of the 

 illustrious Prince Talleyrand : when a young 

 man acknowledged to him that he could not 

 play whist, Talleyrand said to him "Young 

 man, what a sad old age you are preparing for 

 yourself!" We don't mean to go this length 

 as regards fishing; but we safely say that a 

 man who lives to old age without having been 

 a keen angler, has not only deprived himself 

 of great enjoyments during his active life, but 

 has neglected to lay up a provision for the time 

 when the memory of them would have made 

 life's closing seasons sweeter. 



Our first acquaintance with LOCH ARD was 

 very pleasant not, perhaps, so much from any 

 great expectation of sport, because at that time 

 (many years ago now) we were young at the pas- 

 time, but more from the feeling of treading the 

 ground made classical by the great Magician of 

 the North, as the scene of the most stirring in- 



