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The Meditative Angler Is Not Exempt From Sensational Periods. There Are Times When All The Uncertainty Of His Chosen Pursuit Seems To Condense Itself Into One Big Chance, And Stand Out Before Him Like A Salmon On The Top Wave Of A Rapid. He Sees His Luck Hangs By A Single Strand Of Gut, And He Cannot Tell Whether It Will Hold Or Break. This Is The Thrilling Moment And He Never Forgets It.

A Friend Is What The Heart Needs All The Time.

Spend As Much Time As Possible, With Body And With Spirit In God's Out-of-doors.

This Is The Gospel Of Labour, Ring It, Ye Bells Of The Kirk! The Lord Of Love Came Down From Above, To Live With The Men Who Work. This Is The Rose That He Planted, Here In The Thorn-curst Soil: Heaven Is Blest With Perfect Rest, But The Blessing Of Earth Is Toil.

For Ever So Our Thoughtful Hearts Repeaton Fields Of Triumph Dirges Of Defeat;and Still We Turn On Gala-days To Treadamong The Rustling Memories Of The Dead.