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 humanisino- influence — take a keen interest in our 



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sport, and are proud of the doings of their respec- 

 tive husbands, brothers, or sons — for there are 

 several family-parties staying here. 



Some of my readers with sporting proclivities are 

 already beginning to ask, " Where is this ' happy 

 hunting ground ? ' " Alas, I fear me that I must 

 not proclaim it in the pages of so popular a 

 periodical as this, for there were nine rods on the 

 little river yesterday, and our worthy hostess has 

 her house nearly full of people, and her hands quite 

 full of work ; and if it were only generally known 

 in London how delightful a place is the White 

 Trout Inn (that is the most appropriate sobriqicet I 

 can think of for the moment), we should be flooded 

 with eager sportsmen, the rivers would be over- 

 fished, the moors over-shot, and the place spoiled. 

 Before I dilate further on the delights of the White 

 Trout Inn and its surroundings, I must lay down 

 my pen for a brief space, and devote myself to the 

 consumption of a hearty breakfast, at which some 

 of the fish, from which the inn takes its name, 

 invariably figure, accompanied generally by eggs and 

 bacon, grilled mutton, and other solid viands. 



It is done, the inner man is refreshed ; and 

 though a stronger breeze has sprung up, bringing 

 clouds with it, and rods are off to the river, and 



