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he loves. But you will ask me what that is ? and 

 I readily answer, and tell you, not with coarse 

 tackle, nor a slovenly bait : for though the carp 

 is not squeemish, nor the perch shame- faced, yet 

 he hates rudeness, coarse tackle, and slovenly com- 

 mons ; greatly admiring dew- worms if well de- 

 purated, cankers, caterpillars, cod-worms, grubs, 

 brandlins, minews, and the junior fry of small 

 fish ; these novelties affect him to a change of 

 element, who lays down his life for what he loves. 

 But the charm of all baits that invites him ashore 

 (as fancy is seldom unfurnished with invention) 

 is that truculent mortal the gild-tail, which soon- 

 er than any thing sends him a summons of death ; 

 for which at any time he shall give you his life, 

 and that is as much as the world has to part with, 

 nor hath he any more than himself to give. 



Now let the angler that would fish for perch, 

 The turns in rivers, and back-waters search. 

 In deepest lakes the largest perch you'l find : 

 And where the perch is, kind will answer kind. 



BREAM. 



The bream, though we grant him a flegma- 

 tick fish, and a fish as naturally as any fish ad- 

 dicted to ease and idleness, yet he enjoys him- 

 self as much in limpid streams as other fish do 



