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Will you get out, our journey's o'er," 



And then untied their castors ; 

 * Wandsworth sure,' they waking cried, 



And gathering up their tackle, 

 When, jumping down they there espied, 



The Elephant and Castle. 



6. 

 They thought they'd slept a little time, 



Twas four hours and a quarter, 

 They laid so very snug and prime, 



No journey ere seemed shorter; 

 They laughed to think they were deceived, 



And to this hour they hrag on, 

 How much by rest they were relieved, 



In Prescott's Portsmouth waggon. 



I have heard of some Anglers walking to the Rye 

 House, fishing the whole day, and then walking back to 

 London, doing the last fifteen miles in three hours : this 

 I do not dispute, but must say, it was making a toil of 

 pleasure ; three miles and a half an hour is a good hold- 

 ing pace, and the Angler that can do this for a distance 

 of twenty miles, and home again, may fairly boast of 

 going far and fast enough. Another thing I would re- 

 commend to the Angler's notice the necessity of feeling 

 assured that the bed he may sleep in is aired. Where 

 the Angler cannot depend upon this, I would ad vise him 

 to sleep in his stockings and drawers, and to take off 

 the sheets, and sleep between the blankets, as the safest 

 method ; many have had to complain of their having 

 been put in damp beds. As a caution, nothing should 



