NORTHERN MEMOIRS. 77 



stones, and manage your game with art and 

 discretion, lie uphold you sport enough; but 

 be circumspect (be sure) and look well to your 

 line, lest peradventure your tackle be torn to 

 pieces. 



Theoph. Doubt not of my care and circum- 

 spection. 



Am. Then take your lot, and cast in your 

 line ; and flourish your fly, for it's dub'd with 

 bear's hair ; and the point of your hook, it's so 

 snug and so sharp, that, as it ought, it must al- 

 ways hang downward. Moreover, it's propor- 

 tioned of an excellent compass, wing'd also with 

 the dapple feather of a teal ; a dangerous novel 

 to invite a desperate fish ; and su table to the day 

 and season, in regard it's bright. 



Theoph. Why thus to capitulate ? let us in 

 amongst them. 



Arn. Two words to a bargain ; be better ad- 

 vised. 



Theoph. It's past that now, and I'm past my 

 senses, to feel such trepidations on a sudden in- 

 vade me. What's the matter with me that I'm 

 thus out of order ? 



Arn. I perceive you disordred, but not much 

 deliciated. 



Theoph. If I were, it's folly to complain, when 

 past all hope to expect redress. 



Arn. How know you that ? 



