"And some delight it is the while, Though nature now does weep in rain, To think that I have seen her smile, And haply may I do again." CHARLES COTTON. Tuesday, October 7th. HAVE now been here a week, and during the whole of the time the weather has been abominable -as bad for fishing as it could be-the wind always blowing down stream, howling round rocky corners, and more frequently than not accompanied by scudding showers; really fishing has been a farce; but we murmur not! By way of diversifying our incessant labours |