Anglers' Evenings. Third Series. (Abel Heywood, Manchester.) —This is a
collection of papers contributed by members of the Manchester Anglers' Association. They will be interesting, one and all, to those who love the gentle craft. The experiences are not limited, as may be supposed, to places easily accessible from Manchester. On the contrary, these Lancashire anglers seem to be familiar with many strange waters. One of them catches "small-mouthed green bass" in Canada, and finds them behave like " a thoroughly well-educated trout ; " another catches trout in Otago, and is impressed by their large average size. Britons can feel an. unmixed satisfaction in the fact that but for them New Zealand would never have bad trout, big or small. But of all the writers the first, who modestly hides himself, if not from Manchester, yet from the world in general, under the initials "T. P. W.," is most amusing in his "Dapping on the Irish Lakes." It is not the dapping that entertains us so much as the Irish fisherman, who appears again in the character which we had almost thought lost,—a humourist of the first class. Paddy has been telling the story of a big pike he caught,—too big to got into the boat, so that it had to be towed behind (with the gaff in it, it must be understood). Then follows this dialogue :—"' What weight, Paddy?'—' Divil a know I know, but he was an ()join
baste.'—' Was that the biggest you ever saw, Paddy ? ' Then a
description of the biggest :—" 'What weight, Paddy ? Sorra a
bit I know—he was a terror.'—' How big, Paddy ? Sure I can't tell to a fut or two, but a man could walk down his throat." On this incredulity ; but Paddy "clinched the matter and silenced all controversy" by adding, " Wid his hat on."
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