212 FISHING GOSSIP. 
less kitchen) “ picturesquely situate in the midst of” 
—(a howling wilderness), “ traversed bya well-stocked 
salmon river” (which being regularly netted three 
times a-day)—of course “presents to the lover of the 
gentle craft truly magnificent,” etc. etc. 
Verily the tender mercies of such advertisers as 
these are cruelty ! 
The following flowery effusion, of which the ori- 
ginal is in our possession, if coming strictly perhaps 
somewhat under the category of the puff hyperbolical, 
has at least the merit of being comparatively harmless, 
and with theexception of the “fishing” (which werather 
think, considering the locality, must have been the 
addition of some wag), is no doubt honest enough,— 
“Way Go To BRIGHTON? 
Pay 3s—travel over 100 miles to throw stones into 
the sea—no dinner—ls. for the boat for sea- 
sickness, and get home tired and weary ? 
Wuy Go To SALIsBuRY 
To see a lot of old rubbishing stones—travel 200 
miles—waste your time and pay your money— 
tired and weary again ? 
Wary Go to Hastinas ? 
Who knows you there?’ Nobody, and nobody cares 
for you—you pay your money, and they say, 
‘There goes another Cockney,’ 
