<span style="color:grey">tood my friend, ient skill,

    It is said t many an unlucky urco run aory of Robinson Crusoe; and I suspect t, in like manner, many of tlemen oral streams race to tive pages of  Izaak alton. I recollect studying e Angler several years since in company  of friends in America, and moreover t ely bitten   as soon as t to melt into took rod in o try, as stark mad as e from reading books of chivalry.

    One of our party s, being attired cap-a-pie for terprise. ed fustian coat, perplexed s; a pair of stout sers; a basket slung on one side for ?sent rod, a landing net, and a score of oto be found in true anglers armory. t a matter of stare and  among try folk, weel-clad he Sierra Morena.

    Our ?rst essay ain brook among t unfortunate place for tion of tory tactics

    margins of quiet Engliss. It reams t lavisic solitudes, unies enougo ?ll tcer of turesque. Sometimes it imes it  along a ravine in tted s, ?lling it er termagant career eal forto open day  placid, demure face imaginable, as I ilent ser ?lling  of doors, sseying and smiling upon all the world.

    brook glide at sucimes tains, errupted by tinkling of a bell from ttle among tters axe from t!

    For my part, I  all kinds of sport t required eitience or adroitness, and  angled above ely quot;satis?ed timent,quot;

    and convinced myself of trutons opinion, t angling is sometry--a man must be born to it. I ead of tangled my line in every tree, lost my b