"ONE CROWDED HOUR OF GLORIOUS LIFE."

A bit of tobacco-ash in your eye, your reel jammed, one of your legs through a loop of your line and the biggest salmon you ever saw on the other end of it.

NEW RHYMES FOR OLD CHILDREN.

The Glow-worm.

The little glow-worm sits and glows

As brilliant as the stars,

But you are wrong if you suppose

That he will light cigars.