By tax Vox, tux Ancupracon A. E. Movs, 3p, over my idle soul I fear chiefly with the The ten pad from 1847-1857 passed thrills and pangs of success or failure in the sport of fly-fishing, a ruling passion wit me during these years, and still lingering on in the tips of my fingers. Fishing in the fine trout streams of Dorset, where fish run up to 5 Ib. or 6 Ib. rt, or more, one has been caught this year weighing more than 10 Ib., even' approaching the size of the great Thames trout; and fishing requiring much greater skill and patience in the lovely Devonshire cleaves and valleys, near Dartmoor, the streams there much narrower and overhung with bushes, and the fish, trout and heppers, small but amazingly active,—that was my ideal of sport. But through all these idle years of an idle fellow, the great world close by was calling. My brother Charles and I were in Devonshire one summer with my father's tutor and curate fishing, when we were summoned home. Cholera had broken out in our parish and the curate's help was wanted. I will not describe the terror of those weeks. Iliad a sharp attack myself snd there were more than 200 bad eases out of a population of 2,000. Had the recent visitation at Ningpo been in the sane proportion we should have had 40,000 cases instead of the say 1,500 or 2,000 which so alarmed the city. It seemed strangely con-
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