The Gentle Craftsman (?).—Irascible Angler (who hasn't had a rise all day). "There!"—(Throwing his fly-book into the stream, with a malediction)—"Take your choice!"
Unlucky.—American Cousin (last day of season). "What sport? 'Guess I've been foolin' around all day with a twenty-five-dollar pole, slinging fourteen-cent baits at the end of it, and haven't caught a darned fish!"
"There's many a Slip," etc.—Waggles saw a splendid three-pound trout feeding in a quiet place on the Thames one evening last week. Down he comes the next night, making sure of him! But some other people had seen him too!!