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O man, thy week so ill begun may sadly end ! 

 Thy money gone, how mayst thou wish 'twere thine ! 

 Thine health impair'd, how mayst thou wish thee well ! 

 man ! man ! to think, to home, to work, I say !" 



And out he went after his companions. The 

 fellow, whom he had been addressing, for 

 some seconds stood like one panic-stricken, for 

 he, as well as all in the room, knew not what 

 to make of Rigings ; they were afraid of him. 

 But he soon sat down, saying to those around 

 him, "There's a pretty scoundrel to insult a 

 man to his face like that ere ; he ought to be 

 kicked." 



But he did not offer to go after him, for 

 he had had enough of him already, being 

 quite chagrined before all present. 



Onward went the anglers, and soon saw 

 in the distance the silvery winding stream; 

 and as they all began to feel the distance they 

 had come, they were as anxious to rest them- 

 selves on its banks, as to ply their arts to 

 catch jack and pike. They knew nothing of 

 the water, or of the particular spots likely to 

 contain jack, and therefore one part did as 

 well for them as another. The rain, too, had 

 fallen already in light showers, and to all 

 appearance would increase, and consequently 

 Mr. Bigings suggested the propriety of being 



