444 Book of the Black Bass. 



And now I leave you, with this injunction; and, though 

 I have mentioned it before, I do so at parting, that it may 

 be the more impressive : 



Always kill youe fish as soon as taken from the 

 water; akd ever be satisfied with a moderate creel. 



By so doing your angling days will be happy, and your 

 sleep undisturbed; and you, and I, and the fish we may 

 catch, can say, with the sweet singer of Israel : 



" The lines are fallen to me in pleasant places." 



It is with a sad heart, and an unwilling pen, that I 

 now finish the concluding chapter of this book, for I feel 

 that it is the last that will ever be added to it. 



There is not much likelihood of there being any occasion 

 for adding any thing to it during my life, and it is not 

 at all likely that any one will add any thing to it after I 

 am gone. 



I feel like one who is making his last cast on a favorite 

 pool that he will see no more forever. A pool that is en- 

 deared to him by the fondest associations. A pool whose 

 every ripple is a smile, whose every changing mood is a 

 look of gladness and delight, and whose steadily flowing 

 current seems to beckon him to follow to 



" The undiscovered country, from whose bourn 

 Xo traveler returns." 



THE END. 



