XIV. 



WHAT FLIES TO CAST ON A SUNDAY. 



I have passed a great deal of my life in forest sports, 

 and I yield to no man in knowing how to enjoy them. 

 And chiefest among the enjoyments of the forest I have 

 r ound always the serenity of Sabbath rest. It comes to 

 the wise sportsman with all the blessings that it brings to 

 the weary laborer in the city, and with a thousand others; 

 and he is unworthy to call himself a wise man who wets 

 a line or puts cartridge in a rifle on Sunday in the forest. 



For every man, whatsoever be his disposition, a calm 

 day for thoughtful rest, for the repose of peaceful thinking, 

 has its value. The Monday is fuller of enjoyment for 

 that rest, and it is well, for one who doubts, to try it. 



"What shall I do all day?" do you ask? Do, man ? 

 Think ! It won't harm you. Even if you have gone into 

 the forest to escape from thought, you will find that Sun- 

 day thinking may be full of calm and of balm. Set your- 

 self at work to remember other Sundays in your life and 

 how they passed. Mayhap you will find one, in all your 

 memory, that is worth remembering. I can recall a hun- 

 dred which I never want to forget. 



I remember one, only last summer, that is pleasant and 

 profitable to recall. We were at the Profile House, and, 

 though there were about two hundred and fifty persons 

 in the house, we had no clergyman among them. This 



