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not done badly, yet, like Oliver, we asked for more 



and were admonished. The tiny sprats of carp 



commenced biting vigorously, and the frequent 



dips of our floats inspired us with delusive hopes. 



We had been fishing from the lane, but seeing 



that the bull was feeding quietly in a far corner 



of the field, with his head turned away from us, 



we climbed over the gate and went on with our 



fishing. Presently we heard a tramp and a bellow, 



and lo ! there was the bull close upon us and 



charging valiantly. One of us scrambled headlong 



over the gate, just in time to dispense with the 



bull's assistance ; and the other, whose line was 



fast in a root at this inopportune moment, jumped 



waist-deep into the pool, wading out at the other 



side. Our fishing was at an end, and, laughing tfil -. 



heartily, we gathered up our spoil and departed. 



The Gipsy was still sleeping the sleep of the 

 just, and when she was awakened she was very 

 incredulous of our early rising, seeing that in 

 the town we were always loath to get up in the 

 mornings. 



III. THE PORTRAIT OF AN ANGLER. 



Up and down the avenue of laurels, and under 

 the shadow of the firs, where the blackbirds are 

 chuckling, and the doves cooing, he walks. His 

 hands are clasped behind him, and his head is 



