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But in high glee they now regale, 

 With social glass and Lipscomb's ale,* 

 The joke goes round and merry tale, 



Until they thought of morning. 

 They call'd the bill, each paid his part, 

 Each thought of home with cheerful heart, 

 And now they are prepared to start, 



To get to town by morning. 



16. 



In angling there's a mighty charm, 

 An Angler's heart is always warm, 

 Oh ! may they never come to harm, 



When they go out in the morning* 

 And he that wont an angling go, 

 In wet or dry, in frost or snow, 

 Can ne'er the joys of Anglers know, 



When they go out in the morning. 



I would here observe, the above was written upon 

 characters, but from motives of delicacy, the real 

 names are omitted, which circumstance greatly detracts 

 from what little merit there might have been attached 

 to it; as this song created some merriment, I was 

 induced to try again, and still meeting with encourage- 



* Lipscomb keeps the Running Horse, at Leatherhead, a civil, worthy 

 fellow, and where a real Angler will be completely at home. 



