CAEPE DIEM 



When one gets ever such a little older, one gets 

 very much more disinclined to take much trouble, 

 much physical trouble that is, about hobbies which 

 once were ridden to death. A few years ago it was 

 a pleasure to get up at two o'clock in the morning, 

 and have six hours' fishing before it became neces- 

 sary to get to work at Blackstone and Chitty, and 

 the endless writing of " common forms " ; now I 

 prefer keeping within the sheets until breakfast - 

 time, and leaving fishing expeditions for legitimate 

 holidays. So that, as holidays are not very fre- 

 quent, and often necessarily taken up in other ways, 

 and as fishing stations are distant, and not easily 

 accessible, my hand is in danger of forgetting its 

 cunning in wielding a fishing-rod. I do not so 

 much miss my favourite sport, until, in an unfor- 

 tunate hour, I get hold of a book of angling reminis- 

 cences, of which there are plenty, and reading in 

 its pages vivid descriptions of days by the riverside, 

 such as I used to experience myself, my fancy sets 

 to work, and, aided by memory, conjures up such 



