ONE SPORTSMAN TO ANOTHER.
You that I fancied my prey
(Mine was the blunder)—
Three pounds I'd back you to weigh,
Not an ounce under—
Are you, like prices to-day,
Rising, I wonder?
Triton were you among trout,
Jaw tough as leather;
I put it over your snout
Light as a feather—
Splash! and the line whizzing out
Linked us together;
Till, ere your fate I could seal,
Me you eluded;
Back came the line to the reel
(Cast not included);
Oft 'twixt the weed and the creel
Fish slip—as you did.
So, since all winter, alack!
I have bemoaned you,
Give me a chance to get back
Some of my own due
Interest earn'd on the black
Gnat that I loaned you.
Then we'll be for it, we two
(Luck to the winner!);
Meanwhile be careful what you
Take for your dinner;
Fancy confections eschew—
Blue, dun or spinner.
Scorning (you'll grant me the boon?)
Other folk's gay fly,
Under the willow till June
Sheltered and safe lie;
I shall be after you soon,
I and my May-fly.
"I should be very glad to have a movement started to put an end to the extravagant, unseemly and disedifying length to which ladies in this country have gone in adopting fashions of dress."
—Irish Paper.
Hitherto it had been supposed that the objection to the modern modes was their excessive brevity.
"Coopers Wanted, dry or tight; only Society men need apply."
—Advt. in Daily Paper.
Inebriation is no longer popular among Society men.
