40 LONDON ANGLER'S BOOK, 



10. 



So often foil'd, Chub rous'd himself, 



Thinks he that same fishing spark, 



I more than half suspect with me 



Is playing off a lark. 



But when asleep I fall again, 



I'll doze with one eye ope', 



It's very strange if Charley Chub, 



With this Gudgeon cannot cope. 



With rod, &c. 



11. 



Chub nodded, Joe was wide awake, 

 And to the well he slyly went, 

 And on Chub's line a Barbel hook'd, 

 But one eye was intent. 

 Says Chub you do it very well, 

 Upon my word you do, 

 Put me on shore, and Master Joe 

 I'll come no more with you. 



With rod, &c. 



The Chub evidently derives his name from his 

 make, he, however, can boast of numerous other 

 names, as Nob, Botling, Cheven, Chavenden, &c. 

 When in season they are handsome, having broad 

 scales and a thick bold looking head, Small Chub, 

 Roach, and Dace resemble each other so much, that 



