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FISHER- Again, I drink it with, pleasure. Deserv- 

 edly does the honest angler call him "father," and 

 happy are his sons who walk in the path of their 

 worthy parent. A spirit of cheerful piety pervades his 

 whole hook ; and, as he instructs us how to angle, he 

 interweaves his precepts with descriptions and reflec- 

 tions which teach us how to live happily and die well. 

 His book is like one of the delightful scenes which 

 he describes with so thorough a feeling of their quiet 

 beauties. A pleasant meadow, with a stream run- 

 ning past it, bounded by low woody hills; field- 

 flowers blooming among the grass and perfuming 

 the air; with boys and girls cropping cowslips, cul- 

 kerkeyes, and lilies, to make garlands to welcome in 

 the merry month of May. I could almost wish that 

 I had lived in those days, to have gone a fishing 

 with the good old man, whose humour waa "to be 

 free and pleasant, and civilly merry;" to have lis- 

 tened to his reminiscences of learned and pious 

 Dr. Nowell, cheerful Sir Henry Wotton, holy Master 

 George Herbert, witty Dr. Donne, or reverend Bishop 

 Sanderson; to have eaten a piece of powdered beef 

 and a radish with him, to breakfast under a syca- 

 more tree ; drank a cup of ale, and borne a part in a 

 catch with him in the evening at the house of a 

 cleanly, handsome, and civil hostess, in company 

 with a downright witty companion, who had come 

 out purposely to be pleasant, and eat a trout; and 

 then, after bidding " Good night to everybody," to 

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