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  Ianto 
  the 
  Fisherman 
  and 
  other 
  Sketches 
  of 
  Country 
  Life. 
  By 
  

   Alfred 
  W. 
  Bees. 
  John 
  Murray. 
  

  

  We 
  have 
  now 
  a 
  plethora 
  of 
  books 
  relating 
  to 
  rural 
  life 
  which 
  

   strive 
  after 
  the 
  method 
  of 
  Jefferies, 
  and 
  might 
  often 
  well 
  be 
  called 
  

   rhapsodies 
  by 
  lovers 
  of 
  nature 
  ; 
  books 
  which 
  may 
  incite 
  the 
  

   imagination 
  of 
  dwellers 
  in 
  towns, 
  but 
  which 
  give 
  little 
  comfort 
  to 
  

   an 
  experienced 
  field 
  naturalist. 
  The 
  simplicity 
  of 
  style, 
  and 
  the 
  

   observational 
  genius 
  of 
  a 
  Gilbert 
  White, 
  or 
  an 
  Isaac 
  Walton, 
  are 
  

   still 
  ideals 
  not 
  always 
  reached 
  by 
  many 
  writers, 
  and 
  hence 
  the 
  

   unexpected 
  pleasure 
  of 
  meeting 
  with 
  a 
  volume 
  like 
  the 
  above, 
  

   which 
  can 
  be 
  read 
  through 
  and 
  through 
  and 
  yet 
  again 
  by 
  any- 
  

   one 
  who 
  has 
  angled, 
  or 
  shot, 
  with 
  an 
  eye 
  to 
  the 
  inner 
  life 
  of 
  his 
  

   game. 
  The 
  biographical 
  sketch 
  of 
  the 
  old 
  fisherman 
  who 
  had 
  

   been 
  a 
  poacher, 
  and 
  another 
  strange 
  individual 
  who 
  was 
  still 
  

   the 
  poacher, 
  given 
  by 
  one 
  who 
  avows 
  himself 
  their 
  friend, 
  and 
  

   thus 
  enjoyed 
  their 
  confidence 
  and 
  acquired 
  their 
  lore, 
  is 
  one 
  of 
  

   the 
  best 
  things 
  done 
  in 
  this 
  path 
  of 
  literature 
  for 
  many 
  a 
  day. 
  

   AVe 
  neither 
  meet 
  with 
  the 
  culled 
  essence 
  of 
  many 
  other 
  books, 
  

   nor 
  condescending 
  observational 
  platitudes 
  by 
  a 
  landed 
  squire 
  ; 
  

   but 
  these 
  two 
  humble 
  individuals 
  are 
  allowed 
  to 
  tell 
  their 
  tale 
  in 
  

   their 
  own 
  way, 
  and 
  to 
  impart 
  their 
  own 
  self-acquired 
  informa- 
  

   tion 
  by 
  field 
  and 
  flood, 
  while 
  there 
  is 
  so 
  much 
  human 
  sympathy 
  

   to 
  be 
  found 
  in 
  these 
  pages 
  as 
  to 
  incite 
  a 
  very 
  friendly 
  feeling 
  for 
  

   the 
  author. 
  

  

  Mr. 
  Eees 
  himself 
  has 
  also 
  his 
  own 
  observations, 
  and 
  we 
  will 
  

   only 
  refer 
  to 
  one, 
  of 
  which 
  many 
  of 
  us 
  know 
  the 
  truth, 
  but 
  which 
  

   we 
  think 
  has 
  not 
  been 
  told 
  in 
  print 
  before. 
  In 
  night-fishing 
  for 
  

   trout, 
  "frequently, 
  between 
  nightfall 
  and 
  eleven 
  o'clock 
  the 
  fish 
  

   ' 
  come 
  ' 
  greedily 
  ; 
  also 
  between 
  one 
  in 
  the 
  morning 
  and 
  sunrise. 
  

   But 
  seldom 
  between 
  eleven 
  and 
  one 
  do 
  I 
  hook 
  a 
  trout." 
  And 
  

   similar 
  is 
  the 
  experience 
  of 
  the 
  entomologist 
  who 
  " 
  sugars 
  " 
  for 
  

   moths. 
  "But, 
  as 
  far 
  as 
  my 
  experience 
  goes, 
  not 
  a 
  moth 
  is 
  

   ' 
  pill-boxed 
  ' 
  between 
  eleven 
  and 
  one 
  o'clock, 
  unless 
  perhaps 
  it 
  

   be 
  some 
  poor 
  fellow 
  whose 
  love 
  delayed 
  him 
  over-long. 
  About 
  

   one, 
  or 
  half-past 
  one, 
  the 
  soft-winged 
  gadabouts 
  return 
  to 
  the 
  

   flowers 
  and 
  the 
  tree-trunks, 
  and 
  the 
  Bat 
  is 
  back 
  above 
  the 
  

   moon-mirror 
  of 
  the 
  pool." 
  

  

  There 
  are 
  a 
  few 
  illustrations; 
  that 
  of 
  " 
  the 
  keeper's 
  cottage 
  " 
  

   is 
  a 
  lovely 
  photograph. 
  

  

  