But what suppose she tooked six,

What pusiness you or me?

What pusiness you or me?

A gentleman one morning said to his gilly, 'You are drunk you rascal.' 'Praise pe plessed for it I am not, but I wish I was,' was his reply.

Findhorn.

Freeburn, about 18 miles from Inverness, can be easily reached by coach every morning about 6. This is a nice and comfortable inn, at which the coach changes horses, kept by M'Intyre, who combines with it a little farm. Here you are only a few minutes from your work, which is a great convenience; for, if you should go first up the river, three or four miles above, you can fish downwards to your inn; and if you go a few miles downwards you can fish up to it. There is no long walk, unless you order it so, when you leave off your vocation. Last year I was there with a friend, and we had good sport. I found they did not take the fly very readily (August), and we plied them with the partail and phantom minnow. The

partail was best, as I have stated before; they may renew the charge at it, but they seldom or never do so to the phantom. We found many trout of 2 lbs., and some of the most beautiful 'yellow guinea colour' and 'bonniely bedropp'd wi' crimson hail' than any I ever saw in Tweed, and when so, in the most desirable condition. It abounds with many rapid streams, so suitable for the playing of this bait, and I do not think it is much fished here. Its channels give indications of a roaring flood or spates, occasionally, which, I am told come so rapid that the angler is often in great danger from the suddenness of its approach. Both days we got baskets of good large trout. I did not hear, while there, that any permission was required, probably the innkeeper has the privilege for those who take up their quarters with him. We always took out our lunch with us, and dined on returning, at 6 or 7 o'clock. As a good rule for all fishers, I would recommend the advice of my old friend, Mrs Hardy, When you go out to fish, tak' a bit in your pouch, for you can tak' a drink o' the burn, but you canna tak' a bite o' the brae.'

I was much gratified each evening, after the coach passed about 9, to hear family worship

in this rather forlorn place-M'Intosh, in a loud stentorian voice, reading out in couplets the lines of the Psalm, in the same continuous strain of the key note of the tune (Colshill) they were singing. It put me in mind of the old Covenanters, and it was quite refreshing to hear a family lifting up their song of praise to their heavenly Father after their toils and before retiring to rest. It brought to my mind the Cottar's Saturday Night, which, to this day, I can never read without shedding tears, for it kindles such joy and delight in the heart. would refer particularly to the verses following —this graphic description and picture of Scottish rural life

'The cheerfu' supper done, wi' serious face,
They round the ingle form a circle wide;
The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace,
The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride.
His bonnet reverently is laid aside,
His lyart haffets wearing thin and bare ;
Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide,
He wales a portion wi' judicious care;

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And "Let us worship God!" he says, with solemn air.'

I am glad to say that there are many families among the peasantry of Scotland who exercise

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their households thus, not only on Saturday nights but on every evening of the week-may their race never cease out of the land we live in!

A week could be spent very nicely here in the spring, when, I am told, the trout fishing is excellent with the flies, the same as are used on Don

FISHING RIVERS.

The Tay,

HICH flows from Loch Tay, sends the largest quota of water to the ocean, of any river in Great Britain. I have fished up at the Falls of the Tummel and the Garry, near Blair Athol, but never with what you might call success; neither while there did I see anything done by others. In July, they say, many sea trouts and grilses are taken here after floods. There is an excellent inn at Pitlochrie, which is a very pretty village to live at, the celebrated Pass of Killicrankie being near. We were also informed that there were capital takes of trout got in Loch Broom, in the neighbourhood, and if the angler extends his journey and make his way to Loch Rannoch, a distance of some miles, Tighnalinn inn, at the head of it, will be found to be very fair quarters, and liberty to fish is soon. obtained from Robertson of Struan. There are