An Old Man's Holidays. By the Amateur Angler. (Sampson Low,
Marston, and Co. 2s. net.)—We are always glad to hear from the a' Amateur Angler." We remember making acquaintance with him for the first time in Dovedale, if our memory serves us, and the recollection is a very pleasant one. By this time he has ceased, we should say, to be an "amateur," in the ordinary sense of that word. But then another literary angler is pleased to call himself a" duffer." However that may be, this book is as pleasant to read as its predecessors. This time ho takes us to the South and West, to Hampshire and Wales and Cornwall, though there is one expedition northwards, which seems not to have been very successful. In fact, he justly complains—there are limits to the patience of even an angler—of a certain dub which took five shillings for an angling ticket when the gaid pro quo was certainly inadequate, to say the least. We must not omit to mention the graceful preface in which the "A. A." pays a tribute to the memory of B. D. Blackmer° and William Black, and other amzling friends. We wonder whether quae gratiafuit vi vie eadem sequitur tenure repostos.
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