A hardy-looking, brown-faced man, with close-cropped black hair, and a mild countenance, sat on a table by the window, making artificial flies, for fishing.

In the corner over his head a cheap, dingy picture of the trial of Queen Catherine, hung against the wall.

I could just make out the tall figure of the indignant queen, in the well-known theatrical attitude, with her right arm uplifted, and her sad, proud face turned away from the judgment-seat, where Henry sits, evidently uncomfortable in mind, as she gushes forth that bold address to her priestly foes and accusers.

The man sitting beneath the picture, told us that he was a throstle-overlooker by trade; and that he had been nine months out of work.

He said, "There's five on us here when we're i'th heawse.