ON ANGLING. 153 



" An' is it fun ye're afther poking at me ? 

 Be me sowl ! an' that sthrame's jist like a No- 

 vember day." 



" A November day ! a November day ! 

 What's that?" 



" Short an' dirthy, sure ! " 



To such streams as these, I call your very 

 particular attention ; for you will there have 

 very excellent practice in throwing. 



And now, brother angler, fare thee well till 

 our next merry meeting. May sport attend 

 thee ! only bear in mind, that should that sport 

 prove, as Hudibras sings, 



" An Ignis Fatuus that bewitches, 

 And leads men into pools and ditches^'' 



why it may so happen, that thou shalt 



Not only soak thj hose and breeches, 

 But catch, instead of fish, some — leeches ! 



