intones the brooks, or calls aloud in the cataracts, is the voice of Him that made them; and the birds that sing, and the fish that leap with joy, and the hum of unseen myriads of animate creatures, and the flowers of the fields, and the blossoming shrubs, all speak of peace, quiet, and happiness. Is it any wonder that those who live. there become part of the landscape, and harmonize with all around them? They inhale fragrance; and are healthy, and look on beauty till they reflect it?" I remember his very words; and what was there that he didn't say pretty? But these galls have set me off thinkin' over his poetical ideas.

I wonder if comin' by sea makes the contrast greater? P'raps it does, for all natur loves. variety. Arter a little chat, thinks I, I'll just take myself off now for a spell; for, in course, there is somethin' to do when a stranger arrives; and when most that is done, is done by folks themselves. The great secret of life is never to be in the way of others. So sais I, "Jemmy, my boy, did you ever see a salmon caught with a fly ?"

"No, Sir," said he.

Well, then, s'posen you and I go down to

where the Eskisoony stream jines the river, and

I will raise one for dinner in less than half no time. It's beautiful sport."

"I will jist run up and put on my bonnet, and walk with you," said Sophy. "I have often heerd of fly-fishin', but never saw it. This week is my holidays, for it's Mary's turn to be housekeeper.'

"Any chance of a shot, my little man?" sais I. "Shall I take my rifle ?"

"Oh, yes, Sir; the minks and otters, at this season, are very busy fishin'."

"There's some chance for a fur-cap for you then, this winter, my boy," sais I.

Having prepared all things necessary, and loaded little Jemmy with the fishin'-rod and landin'-net, I took Sophy under one arm, and slung my rifle over the other, and in a few minutes was on the best spot on the river for salmon.

"Now, my little squire, look here," sais I. "Do you see where the water shoals above that deep, still pool? Well, that is the place to look for the gentleman to invite to dinner. Choose a fly always like the flies of the season and place, for he has an eye for natur as well as you; and as you are agoin' to take him in so, he shan't know his own food when he sees it, you must make it look like the very identical thing itself,

or else he turns up his nose at it, laughs in his gills, and sais to himself, I aint such a fool as you take me to be.' Then throw your line clear across the stream; float it gently down this way, and then lift the head of the rod, and trail it up considerable quick-tip, tip, tip, on the water. Ah! that's a trout, and a fine fellow too. the way to play him to drown him. landin'-net. Aint he a whopper ?” minutes, a dozen and a extended on the grass.

That's

Now for the

In a few

half of splendid trout were "You see the trout take

the fly before I have a stream. Now, I'll not float it down, for that's their game; but cast it slantin' across, and then skim it up, as a nateral fly skims along. That's the ticket! I've struck a nobliferous salmon. Now you'll see sport." The fish took down the stream at a great rate, and I in and after him; stayin' but not snubbin', restrainin' but not checkin' him short; till he took his last desperate leap clear out of the water, and then headed up stream again; but he grew weaker and weaker, and arter a while I at last reached the

chance to trail it up the

nearly beat out,

old stand, brought him to shore and pop he went into the net. "That's lesson number one, Jemmy. Now we'll set down under the oaks, and wait till the disturbance of the water

is over. How strange it is, Sophy, that you couldn't recollect me! Maybe it's witchery, for that has a prodigious effect upon the memory. Do you believe in witches ?" said I, leaning on my elbow in the grass, and looking up into her pretty face.

How can I believe, who never saw onedid you?"

"Just come from a county in England,” said I, "that's chockful of 'em."

"Do tell me," said she,

"what sort of looking people they are. Little, cross, spiteful, crooked old women, aint they?"

"The most splendid galls," sais I, "mortal man ever beheld; half-angel, half-woman, with a touch of cherubim, musical tongues, telegraph eyes, and cheeks made of red and white roses. They'd bewitch Old Scratch himself, if he was only to look on 'em. They call 'em Lancashire witches."

"Did they ever bewitch you?" she said, laughin'.

'Well, they would, that's a fact; only I had been bewitched before by a far handsomer one than any of them."

"And pray, who is she?"

"If I was to call her up from the deep," sais I,

"have you courage enough to look her in the face ?"

Well, she looked a little chalky at that, but said, with a steady voice, "Certainly I have. I never did any harm to any one in my life; why should I be afraid of her, especially if she's so handsome?"

"Well, then, I'll raise her; and you'll see what I never saw in England or elsewhere. I'll show her to you in the pool;" and I waved my hand three or four times round my head, and with a staff made a circle on the ground, pretendin' to comply with rules, and look wise. "Come," sais I, "sweet witch, rise and show your beautiful face. Now, give me your hand, Miss ;" and I led her down to the deep, still, transparent pool.

"Mr. Slick," said she, "I'm not sure the raisin' of spirits is right for you to do."

But I said, "I would look on this one, and I will, to show you there's nothing to be afraid of, but doing wrong. Stoop and look into the water," sais I; "now, what do you see?"

"Nothing," she said, "but some trout swimmin' slowly about."

"Hold your head a little higher," sais I. "Move a little further this way, on account of