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to my worthy host's wardrobe. When I re- 

 joined the party at the riverside, I was received, 

 I well remember, in a manner that rather upset 

 , my dignity. 



As usual, my companion was convulsed with 

 laughter. My host, I saw, was not the less 

 amused, though he did not roar like the former. 

 And the keeper tried, though in vain, to keep 

 his countenance. It appeared, that in the hurry 

 of the moment, in putting on the borrowed 

 garments, I entirely lost sight of the great 

 disparity in height and size of the owner and 

 myself. Accordingly when I hastened back to 

 resume my fishing, I must have cut so comical 

 a figure, that it was impossible for the most 

 reluctant to forbear from laughing. 



At the top of the water I was fishing, a most 

 melancholy event had lately happened to a 

 brother-angler which made me shudder, when 

 it struck me that, laughable as it may be to a 

 thoughtless companion, to see another suddenly 

 overtaken by an accident such as this, it may 



