and whether with smallest of flies on the smallest of hooks or larger one; whether with sad and sober coloured duns or gaudy fancy patterns; whether with winged flies or hackle ones or bumbles; whether floating, half-submerged, or even sunk; whether fished up-stream, across, or down, the invariable result was nought. At length, reaching an eel-weir at the upper part of the water, and thoroughly exhausted by the long walk in waders and the high temperature combined, accurate smooth, sloping grassy bank tempted me to take a well-earned rest. Reclining well out of sight, and looking over the still, calm surface of the stream above the weir, a gentle movement of 3-lb trout in the middle of the water attracted my attention.