138 ANGLING LITERATURE IN 



Art. I fish at second-hand. 



Iza. Indeed ; how so ? 



Art. I hunt the otter, and he hunts the fish ! 



Iza. Well said, young friend, and humorously, which I 

 like. I can be serious at seasonable times, but he who 

 will not mix some innocent harmless mirth with his dis- 

 course, must be a sour-complexioned man, indeed. I 

 begin to think myself happy in your acquaintance. 



Art. If you thought me worthy, I should be proud to 

 become your pupil in the fisher's art. 



Iza. I'll teach you willingly ; but by what name shall 

 I call you ? 



Art. Being something of a hunter, I will strive to gain 

 your friendship under the title of " Venator." 



Iza. Good I like the conceit ; and I myself will 

 become better known to you and all as " Piscator." 

 Come, student ! 



Art. (off his guard.) Student ! Do you know me ? 



Iza. Nay, you are to be my scholar in angling, are you 

 not ? I meant no offence by student. Think'st thou I 

 took thee for one of those brawling, good-for-nothing 

 students of the Temple ? 



Art. I hope not, sir. 



Iza. No, no ; but, as I said, come scholar, and I will 

 soon make thee in love with my art ! 



Art. (aside) I am in love with thy ward already ! 



Iza. No life, believe me, no life so happy and pleasant 

 as that of a well-governed angler ; for when the lawyer is 



