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THE AUTHOR, AWAKING FROM HIS PLEASANT SLUMBER, 1NSTII LETH INTO TYRO 

 THE ART OF THROWING THE FLY, AND AFTERWARDS NARRA1KTH A 

 PLEASANT STORY. 



SCENE. The Preceding. The cloud of smoke gradually 

 dispersing, reveals THEOPHILUS and HERBERT in a gentle 

 slumber. 



Theoph. [awaking]. My lessons seem to have 

 had a soothing effect, good pupil mine, 



Herb. In good truth I was fulfilling all your 

 precepts in my dreams, with far more excellence 

 than, I fear, I shall ever in reality attain. 



Theoph. Practise, my worthy disciple, prac- 

 tise, and you will, in proportion to your industry, 

 sooner or later be able to answer " Ancht io son 

 pescatore." Be not disheartened at the sight 

 of the mountain in your path. Ascend it but 

 half-way, and the prospect over what is passed 

 will recompense all your former vexatious 

 failures. 



