136 LONDON ANGLER'S BOOK, 



AN ORDER UNEXPECTED. 



In jolly old Parr's time (the landlord of " The Trout/ 1 at 

 Yewsley,) some angling friends paid a visit to his house, which 

 place they reached about 3 in the afternoon. Towards evening 

 the party, with the landlord, sat down to cribbage, a game mine 

 host was passionately fond of, it was the intention of his guests 

 to stay a day or two, and pleased with this idea, the old man was 

 merry in the extreme. 



Do as you like/ said he, ' remember I only charge one night's 

 lodging if you stay a week/ In the midst of their conversation, 

 another party arrived, but these were of a very different character, 

 all feather and tackle, all bounce and bluster, the ale was bad, 

 the wine worse, in fact, these would-be-fishermen seemed to 

 think, the more fault they found the more gentlemanly they ap- 

 peared. Old Parr soon saw they were coxcombs and treated 

 them as such while boasting of their superior knowledge in 

 the art of angling, the veterans discovered their skill to be very 

 superficial. But to be friendly, invited them to the game, which 

 was refused with contempt. 



The game being ended, Old Parr drank, Success for the mor- 

 row/ when he and his party retired to rest. 



The room in which the real Anglers slept was close to that of 

 the other party, and they not being nice about disturbing any 

 one, talked loudly of where they were going, in fact they went 

 through a complete rehearsal of the next day's intention. One 

 of the real Anglers could not sleep for their noise, and being 

 fond of a joke, formed an idea to disappoint them, accordingly 

 stealing softly to Old Parr's door communicated his plan, who 

 promised his assistance, this Angler long before day-light awoke 

 his friends and informed them of his scheme, which mightily pleased 

 them. By the aid of a rush light they were soon dressed, and 



