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Pise. Nay, stay a little, good Scholar, I caught 

 my last Trout with a worm, now I will put on a 

 minnow and try a quarter of an hour ahout yonder 

 trees for another, and so walk towards our lodging. 

 Look you, Scholar, thereabout we shall have a bite 

 presently, or not at all. Have with you Sir ! o' my 

 word I have hold of him. Oh ! it is a great logger- 

 headed Chub ; come, hang him upon that willow- 

 twig, and let's be going. But turn out of the way 

 a little, good Scholar, towards yonder high honey- 

 suckle hedge ; there we'll sit and sing whilst this 

 shower falls so gently upon the teeming earth, and 

 gives yet a sweeter smell to the lovely flowers that 

 adorn these verdant meadows. 



Look, under that broad beech-tree I sat down, 

 when I was last this way a-fishing, and the birds in 

 the adjoining grove seemed to have a friendly con- 

 tention with an echo, whose dead voice seemed to 

 live in a hollow tree, near to the brow of that prim- 

 rose-hill ; there I sat viewing the silver streams 

 glide silently towards their centre, the tempestuous 

 sea ; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots, and 

 pebble-stones, which broke their waves, and turned 

 them into foam : and sometimes I beguiled time by 

 viewing the harmless lambs, some leaping securely 

 in the cool shade, whilst others sported themselves 

 in the cheerful sun ; and saw others craving com- 

 fort from the swollen udders of their bleating dams. 

 As I thus sat, these and other sights had so fully 



