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which will shorten my discourse, and invite me 

 to a conclusion. But before I close, let me tell 

 you what he loves ; and that's the unctuosity of 

 the purplish dew- worm, provided you depurate 

 him from all impurities, to remonstrate his beau- 

 ty and lustre of life. Examine him but with 

 this bait to free me from suspicion, and remove 

 the censure of clamorous anglers, that oft-times 

 repine at their own undertakings ; but that I 

 cannot help, they may use the lob-worm if they 

 please, which if they rightly order, will (I'le as- 

 sure them) turn to good account, more especial- 

 ly if perfumed with the oil of annis. 



But my observation leads me to another cu- 

 riosity, and that is paste. But of pastes (let me 

 tell you) there are as many sorts among anglers, 

 as there are saints-days in the Pope's kalendar : 

 but this hinders not but that pastes may be ef- 

 fectual, more especially when commix'd and 

 compounded with fine bean-flower, English-ho- 

 ney, and poudred sugar, amalgamized or min- 

 gled with the yolk of an egg ; and if the fat of 

 an heron be supperadded to it, it makes it not 

 the worse ; but the marrow of a heron makes it 

 much more the better. Besides, sometimes he 

 loves a taste of the dairy -maid ; as at other times 

 he affects the smell of the shambles, because a 

 great admirer of clotted blood, or almost any 

 thing when he is in humour. 



