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make. The companions of those times are scattered, 

 and live under strange stars and in converse sea- 

 sons, by troutless waters. It is no longer the height 

 of pleasure to be half-drowned in T\\'eed, or lost 

 on the hills with no luncheon in the basket. But, 

 except for scarcity of fish, the scene is very little 

 altered, and one is a bo}' again, in heart, beneath 

 the elms of Yair, or by the Gullets at Ashiesteil. 

 However bad the sport, it keeps }'ou j-oung, or 

 makes you young again, and you need not follow 

 Ponce de Leon to the western wilderness, when, in 

 any river you knew of j^ore, 3'ou can find the 

 Fountain of Youth. 



THE GLEUDIS WEII. 



