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ingly shall avail ourselves of your polite invitation to breakfast 

 at half -past seven exactly, when umpires shall be chosen, hours 

 determined, and other preliminaries settled. 



" We are, gentlemen, your obedient humble servants, 

 and brother anglers, 



" J. LEISTER. H. HACKLE. 



T. OTTER. T. GAFF. 



N. SWIVELTOP. W. MAY-FLY." 



Gaff. Excellent, Doctor ! Address to " The Honour- 

 able Fraternity of Anglers now residing at Inn." 



Swivel. Even so ; and now let us append the crest 

 of our club a salmo rampant with the motto. 

 [Enter Meg.] Ho ! Meg who waits ? 



Meg. A boy, sir. 



Swivel. Let him run like a twinkling, and deliver 

 this, he knows where. [Exit Meg.] We must be up 

 with the larks. Is your tackle in readiness, Jack ? 

 and yours, Tom ? Ay ! ay ! always ready. Eead us 

 the barometer, Harry. 



Hackle. Inclined to rise, Doctor. 



Swivel. 'Tis all the better. The water is still in 

 good trim a degree too small, but more room for 

 display of science. And now, as it is not very late, 

 let us draw out a code of river-regulations for the pro- 

 tection and advantage of the competitors. We can 

 submit them for approval before the contest com- 

 mences, to those gentlemen who have thrown down 

 the gauntlet ; and I have no doubt they will cordially 



