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can always find comfort in the reflection that he 

 has none to quarrel with but himself. If, on the 

 other hand, he happens one day to stagger home 

 with his basket bursting with fish, he will gain 

 the universal esteem of his fellows, and as a 

 respected member of some local Angliars' Club 

 can devote the evening of his life to a meticulous 

 narration of those tales of prowess with rod and 

 line which even the most constant repetition can 

 scarcely rob of their original audacity and 

 imaginative splendour. 



