The most successful fly, every where, was the deep orange silk body, with broad gold tinsel, rich mixed wings, and macaw horns.

Angler in Ireland.

Trout Fishing Anecdote.—“As Walter was thus meditating, he arrived at the banks of the little brooklet, and was awakened from his reverie by the sound of his own name. He started, and saw the old Corporal seated on the stump of a tree, and busily employed in fixing to his line the mimic likeness of what anglers, and, for aught we know, the rest of the world, call the 'violet fly.'

"Ha! master,-at my day's work, you see: fit for nothing else now. When a musket's half worn out, schoolboys buy it-pop it at sparrows. I be like the musket: but never mind-have not seen the world for nothing. We get reconciled to all things that's my way-(laugh)! Now, Sir, you shall watch me catch the finest trout you have seen this summer: know where he lies -under the bush yonder. Whi-sh! Sir,

whi-sh!'

:

"The Corporal now gave his warrior soul up to the due guidance of the violet-fly: now he whipped it lightly on the wave; now he slid it coquettishly along the surface; now it floated, like an unconscious beauty, carelessly with the tide; and now, like an artful prude, it affected

to loiter by the way, or to steal into designing obscurity, under the shade of some overhanging bank. But none of these manoeuvres captivated the wary old trout, on whose acquisition the Corporal had set his heart; and what was especially provoking, the angler could see distinctly the dark outline of the intended victim, as it lay at the bottom.

"The Corporal waited till he could no longer blind himself to the displeasing fact, that the violet-fly was wholly inefficacious; he then drew up his line, and replaced the contemned beauty of the violet-fly, with the novel attractions of the yellow-dun.

"Now, Sir!' whispered he, lifting up his finger, and nodding sagaciously to Walter. Softly dropped the yellow-dun upon the water, and swiftly did it glide before the gaze of the latent trout; and now the trout seemed aroused from his apathy, behold he moved forward, balancing himself on his fins; now he slowly ascended towards the surface; you might see all the speckles of his coat; the Corporal's heart stood still, he is now at a convenient distance from the yellow-dun; lo, he surveys it steadfastly; he ponders, he see-saws himself to and fro. The yellow-dun sails away in affected indifference, that indifference whets the appetite of the hesitating gazer, he darts forward; he is opposite the yellow-dun - he pushes his nose

against it with an eager rudeness,-he-no, he does not bite, he recoils, he gazes again with surprise and suspicion on the little charmer; he fades back slowly into the deeper water, and then suddenly turning his tail towards the disappointed bait, he makes off as fast as he can,---yonder,--yonder,---and disappears! No, that's he, leaping yonder from the wave; Jupiter! what a noble fellow! What leeps he at--- a real fly--- Damn his eyes!' growled the Corporal.

"You might have caught him with a minnow,' said Walter, speaking for the first time.

"Minnow!' repeated the Corporal gruffly, 'ask your honour's pardon. Minnow!---I have fished with the yellow-dun these twenty years, and never knew it fail before. Minnow !--- baugh! But ask pardon; your honour is very welcome to fish with a minnow if you please it.'

"Thank you, Bunting. And pray have you had to-day?"

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Oh,---good, good,' quoth the Corporal, snatching up his basket and closing the cover, lest the young Squire should pry into it. Νο man is more tenacious of his secrets than your true angler. Sent the best home two hours ago; one weighed three pounds, on the faith of a man ; indeed, I'm satisfied now; time to give up;' and the Corporal began to disjoint his rod. 'Sir,' said he, with a half sigh, ' a pretty river this, don't mean to say it is not; but the river Lea for my

money. You know the Lea?---not a morning's walk from Lunnun. Mary Gibson, my first sweetheart, lived by the bridge, --- caught such a trout there by the by!--- had beautiful eyes --- black, round as a cherry--- five feet eight without shoes ---might have listed in the forty-second.'

Bulwer's Eugene Aram, 1832.

The Welsh Coracle Trackle, or Fishing Boat. -They are constructed of willow twigs, in the manner of basket work, and are covered with a raw hide, or canvas, pitched in such a manner as to be water-proof; they are generally five feet and a half long, and four broad, their bottom is a little rounded, and their shape resembles the half of a walnut-shell, a seat across the centre, towards the broad end. The angler paddles with one hand, and casts his flies with the other, and when his work is finished brings his boat home on his back. They are used in fly-fishing,

for grayling as well as trout.

Hansard's Trout Fishing.

Mill-Burnfoot Trout.---At Thankerton, 1811, in the river Clyde, might be seen at the top of the bridge, when the water was transparent, a trout, which had been an inhabitant of these places twenty years, and had also eluded every artifice the ingenuity of sportsmen had devised to catch

him, he obtained his name from the part of the

water he usually inhabited.

They are found in the Humber, the Wye, and the Severn,-in this last place the best method of fishing for them is in a coracle, as described page 62. The grayling is very similar in his haunts to the trout, delights in rapid and clear streams, they rise more boldly and freely, than the trout, feed upon the same sort of flies, and take gentles, in pursuit of which they are very sportive, and determined; if missed, they will pursue, and attempt to take the same fly,-though, when taken they are very inanimate. Lapland is said to be most plentifully supplied with this fish.

Editor.

The grayling is longer, and not so round as the trout, it seldom exceeds sixteen inches, has no teeth, but the lips are like a file; when in season,