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observe it), but the wing of my fly was the dapple 

 feather of a teal ; the day, as prenoted, promis- 

 cuous and gloomy ; and the clouds, as I told 

 you, stained with blackness ; but no noise of 

 thunder disturbed the air, nor was there any 

 symptom or appearance of rain, save only some 

 sprinkling scattering drops, that trickled down 

 the marly banks, and moistned the cheeks of 

 the craggy rocks ; so amalgamizing the molli- 

 fied earth with water, (to my observation), in- 

 vited the fish from their habitations ; insomuch, 

 that the streams were not charms strong enough 

 to contain them, for in frolicks, as I apprehend- 

 ed, they made haste to meet me ; and that was 

 as much as to complement death : but the land- 

 ing, I confess, was difficult enough, by reason of 

 distance, and the hazardous passages I frequent- 

 ly encountred, because of rocks; which with 

 difficulty I evaded. But that I need not re- 

 count, when only designing to recite the execu- 

 tive part of angling, in order to which my en- 

 suing discourse will instruct you in the art, and 

 in the mystical intrigues of the angler also. 



Theoph. Ingenious instructions will signalize 

 the art easy, and impregnate the artist. Let the 

 luxurious surfieit with the sins of the age, I'le 

 trace the angler's footsteps, and pursue this in- 

 offensive life, and silver streams, to propagate 

 and cultivate the art ; so compleat my self an 



