Happy Opinions Are The Wine Of The

Oh For A Seat In Some Poetic Nook, Just Hid With Trees And Sparkling With A Brook!

Fishes Do Not Roar; They Cannot Express Any Sound Of Suffering; And Therefore The Angler Chooses To Think They Do Not Suffer, More Than It Is Convenient For Him To Fancy. Now It Is A Poor Sport That Depends For Its Existence On The Want Of A Voice In The Sufferer, And Of Imagination In The Sportsman.

A Friend Of Ours, Who Is An Admirer Of Isaac Walton, Was Struck, Just As We Were, With The Likeness Of The Old Angler's Face To A Fish.

Did You Ever Observe That Immoderate Laughter Always Ends In A Sigh?

No Wonder Is Greater Than Any Other Wonder, And If Once Explained Ceases To Be A Wonder.