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trolling is not much practised in Scotland. I think 

 I shall "be tempted to try it in the Lochar, as I 

 return home. It contains plenty of fine pike, "but 

 anglers there seldom try to catch them except with 

 night-lines. 



FISHES,. We will now basket the pikes, if you 

 please. Mr. Simpson, you are a regular "bottle-stop- 

 per a perfect cork pass the wine; and, Tweddell, 

 wet your whistle, and give us a song. I wish I had 

 "brought my pipes to London with me. How the fish 

 would have pricked up their ears, I was going to 

 say "vagged their little tails," to a merry Hit on 

 the Union pipes, played from a punt on the Thames 

 or the Lea; while the performer had a cigar in his 

 mouth, his eye on the float, and his foot on his rod. 

 Why, this would almost equal the performance of 

 the travelling musician who plays on six instru- 

 ments at once, or that of the notable servant girl, 

 who could, 



" Whistle and knit, 

 And carry the kit, 

 And hameward drive the kye." 



But I hear, by your hum, that you are in voice and 

 ready. Come, lay your cigar down, and off at score. 



TWEDDELL. Have a minute's patience, tin I 

 can recollect the words, and I will give you a 

 "Fisher's Call." I am not sure that lean go through 

 it without breaking down, for I have never yet sung 

 it in company, though I have now and then crooned 

 over a few lines to myself. You know the writer 



