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there should certainly be a few words of wisdom ; 

 therefore do not, my ardent angler, fancy for a mo- 

 ment that all your daylight hours should be spent in 

 eating and fishing, but accept the preacher's advice : 

 when the sun is at its meridian, and for one hour 

 before and at least two after, wet not your line. 



After dinner, take your pipe, select some shady 

 spot, and as you sit having nothing 



" To fret your soul with crosses or with cares," 



indulge in a retrospect of your anti-meridian suc- 

 cesses. Question your guide as to whether any 

 one could have saved the fish you lost, the " noblest 

 Roman" of them all (?). Anticipate your after- 

 noon sport, select a few flies in which you have 

 confidence, knock the ashes from your dudheen, 

 then seek your tent, lie down upon your bed of 

 boughs, draw your mosquito-net around you, and 

 woo the drowsy god. 



Such is my custom, and it is best honored in its 

 observance ; so if you please, my friend, imagine 

 me lying quietly upon my couch of green, while 'you 

 turn over. 



