THE WEATHER 



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in my own experi- 

 ence. On the water 

 on which much of 

 my little learning 

 was acquired, the 

 beams of M' Far- 

 lane's lantern are 

 absolutely fatal to 

 success No matter 

 how beautiful the 

 evening or how 

 bright has been the^ 

 day it closes, fail- 

 ure, complete and 

 certain, attends 

 the angler's efforts 

 when the moon is in the sky. Under her baneful in- 

 fluence, the trout cling close to cover though flies in 

 myriads are flitting over the surface of the loch. 



Tradition dies hard ; even the cat maintains a less 

 tenacious grasp of life. A stern-chase is proverbially 

 a long chase, and error, once well started on its course, 

 is very slowly overhauled by truth. Though fre- 

 quently refuted, the statement that in thunder trout 

 retire to the deepest depths of the water, still bobs 



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