BAGNALL’S BUNGLES. 93 
BAGNALL’S BUNGLES. 
A REVIEW. 
“ Has this book a sufficient excuse for existence—is 
it wanted, in short?” That is a query which all 
authors, and angling authors emphatically, would do 
well to put to themselves when proposing to lay a 
fresh burden upon our already groaning shelves. 
Assuredly it is a question which the critic must ask, 
and get answered too, even before that of, “Is the 
book good, or is it bad?” 
What then is the excuse for the existence of the 
Piscatorial Rambles? Let us turn to the preface. 
To the preface we turn, but search through it in vain, 
we will not say for any excuse, but for any apology 
for an excuse for its coming into heing. There is 
not a word which conveys the smallest idea to our 
mind as to why this small volume of microscopic 
type and aspect uninviting should now be lying in 
bodily presence before us—why we should be called 
upon to review it, and why others (as we may pre- 
sume that every book has some one or more pur- 
chasers) should be called upon to read it. We are 
