MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF FISHING.

No. IV.

MR. BRIGGS TRIES (FOR MANY HOURS) A LIKELY PLACE FOR A PERCH; BUT UPON THIS OCCASION THE WIND IS NOT IN A FAVOURABLE QUARTER.

No. V.

MINNOW CAUGHT BY MR. BRIGGS; EXACT SIZE OF LIFE.

RETURNING FROM THE SEA-SIDE.—A LITTLE COMMISSION.

"IF YOU PLEASE, SIR,—MRS. GENERAL SLOWCOACH'S COMPLIMENTS, AND SHE SAYS IF YOU'RE GOING BY THE TRAIN THIS MORNING, SHE WOULD FEEL PERTICKLER OBLIGED BY YOUR TAKING CHARGE OF THIS LITTLE CASK OF SEA-WATER AS FAR AS HER 'OUSE."

ANGLING IN THE SERPENTINE.—SATURDAY, P.M.

Piscator No. 1. "HAD EVER A BITE, JIM?" Piscator No. 2. "NOT YET—I ONLY COME HERE LAST WEDNESDAY!"

SPORTING INTELLIGENCE.—(FROM OUR OWN CORRESPONDENT.)

"THE COUNTRY IS AWFULLY DEEP, BUT THE FALLING IS DELIGHTFULLY SOFT AND SAFE."