RIPON CATHEDRAL FROM THE BANKS OF THE SKELL. 
IN MEMORIAM. 
And when the hand that casts the fly 
Can cast the fly no more; 
And death shall land us fairly 
Upon that unknown shore,— 
May we like yonder river glide, 
So calm, so peacefully, 
From time, that owes us no regret, 
Into eternity ! 
F. FRAXCIS (in “ By Lake and River.’’) 
SoME time ago, on a fine, bright summer’s afternoon, I took 
my seat in a railway carriage to take a journey some forty 
miles northward on a fishing expedition. The guard had 
given his signal, and the train was just upon the move, 
when a gentleman, similarly equipped as myself, and 
evidently bound on the same errand, threw open the car- 
riage door and jumped in; he seated himself opposite to 
me, and after a few casual remarks, we were soon convers- 
ing together in that sociable way peculiar.to anglers when 
they meet. 
