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A Bit of Fish.

SECRETARY FISH is said to preserve a decidedly spruce appearance
at the State Dinners. Fish is nothing if not Fin-ical.

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FISH SAUCE.

The sight of a thick, four-pound steak, just cut from a halibut that
must have weighed, (the idea of a fish wading!) some two hundred pounds,
reminds us that trout-fishing is just now in full operation. What a
strange, weird mystery there is about mental associations! Long, long
ago, we possessed a favorite trout-rod fitted with a Hollow Butt, and so
it is that whenever we see a Halibut, trouting comes to our mind.

Yesterday, frogs were croaking, and insects all in green livery, with
gilt buttons, contributed to Nature's Great Boston Jubilee of music with
their hum. How ridiculous it seems that insects should have a hum!--and
yet the Bee has its Hum in its hive.

It is at this season that enthusiastic anglers always get water on the
brain. Their dreams are of gurgling brooks. They have visions of
mill-ponds, with beautiful little cascades sluicing into them over dams.
They stand, in imagination, on bridges, in the eddies beneath which they
discern the wagging of silvery tails and rosy fins; and a very common
form of nightmare with them is to fancy that the reel of the fishing-rod
won't work, just as they are going to wind up a four-pound trout.