OR WALTONIAN CHRONICLE. 



10. 



Harry fished with his Canary fliea, 

 The Trout and Dace he did surprise, 

 Hit or miss he always tries 



Every way in the morning. 

 With bits of cloth to make a knat, 

 And a coil of hair stufFd in his hat, 

 He'll kill any fish, from whale to sprat, 



So he says in the morning. 



11. 



Johnny with his broad brim'd tile, 



He look'd a very curious file, 



The daisies and grass he did revile, 



That caught his flies that morning. 

 He perseveres without a sigh, 

 And every likely way he'll try, 

 And stand the hazard of the die, 



As Shakespeare said one morning. 



12. 



One man he walk'd down in the dark, 

 Somehow he thought it was no lark, 

 To go all round Prince Cobourg's Park, 

 For the nearest way that morning. 



