The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1882-08-01 00:00:00

LITERARY INSTITUTE.
tAg Edator.

Sir,—A.e my prodding genius dooms in. to dis-
appointments and vexations—generally of • more
bsragsing nature than three which usually afflict
ginning ulta--/ took a vexation yesterday morning
less at heart than many of in krethroo, who, In
company with my monomaniac self, were hustled back
to plodding business, which the appearance of a
bealtitimparting day led one to imagine a few hours
on the ocean wave, and at Torquay, would prove
aucoessful in banishing for a time. No doubt the
disappointment to all assembled waa due to the ill-
starred proems of unlucky moo, at whose gate Portal,e
laird yet knocked—if she did I was not at home. I
mange help fancying that ray heolial Regina Is ever

bringing disappointment to myself and those around
me, but in spite .1 that I do not charsionatf with
being (because in tot", remember, of the truant
Yesterday. However that may be, I remember once
accompanying a skilled disciple of Isaac Walton on one
of the celebrated ,to itch "locks." Now, on the day
previous, my friend h d hooked and landed 13 splendid
salmon; whilst in my coMputy be never booked a flab
—I think he never got a bite. the next day I remained
at home, and in the evening the disciple canoe home
wi• h nine more fish. Again, to illustrate. Visiting a
Somereetshire farmer of my acquaintance P few seawus
awe., he e..e,e home one evening after having
I deepetched to market several dozen rabbit+ he bad
shot on that day, be begged MP to accompany him, on
the following day, on another "booties expedition.
He gave me a gun, and told me to "try my band." I
did "try my band" vary much, for I seriously
damsged my lit:le finger, and my friend, the farmer
only wounded • leveret. Only three weeks shim I
ventured off this o wet with • few friends to fish,
Within guushot of shore I managed to kick • bole
through the boat, and our rescue was simple due to the
prompt arrival of another bost Thus, I have given up
sport, and, for the masons named, sought yesterday •
few hours on the "ocean wave," cnly to be die.
appointed and to dhuippoiat But, I digress. Seeing
the 'steamer approach. I hheial myself in getting my
few "traps" t.gether, and, in the meantime, heard •
hurried conversation between Mr. &lop, the Harbour
" Boa," and the Skipper of the boat. Having amis.
factorily c tnyinced myself as to the safe custody of •
few dozen sandwiches (I here generally a good
appetite on the water), and a supply of the "fragrant,"
n,,t to mention my omnipresent alek of nectar, I ran
down ti where my pony ant vehicle stood, ordered
my boy home with a message to my wife to be of goo I
cheer until eveutide, when the said boy was to meet
me on the pier to convey ins home to her whom I once
swore to hive and to cherish till—but that's nothing to
do with the steamboat. The instroctious to the boy
imparted, I hastened back to the head of the pie',
when, horror of horr as, there WWI the boat beating the
wave, a quarter of a mile away. " Left behind; just
my luck," I murmured, "and, of ()Guest,, that boy has
started home with the vehicle." Suddenly I discovered
that all my would-be travelling companions were in the
same enviable c mdition--left behind before they
c mid realise the reason why. dome were crying out
aminat Mr. Briggs, others were voting the captain a
" duffer" not to hove stopped. I, gloomy usitanthrope,
munched a sandwich, took a pull at the Bask, lit •
cigar, and trotted home without botherina myself
much about ths uproar that was going on. I am •
ma, who makes few, if any. inquiries, but I train the
gentleman who so often " Wires " for your favourite
columns in this locality will ash up the truth and
flash it before his intelligent fellow men, Yours
faithfully,
'Doom) Waitonza."
Bridport, July 21s1, 1882.