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fence of hurry and buftle, I perceive to be indif- 

 penfable, if you wifh to excel in trolling. 



The three trout I have killed, and the five that 

 weigh down your bafket, would make no unhand- 

 fome difh. 



Old Soldier. Shall I empty mine into your bafket 

 now, or wait till we are nearer the houfe ? 



Clericus. Neither one, nor the other ; the idea 

 of my robbing you of your fifh ! 



Old Soldier. Pray, fir, do take thefe three beau- 

 ties, at any rate, to the Miffis, and fhe wont have 

 the laugh againft us as me had the other day, when 

 our bafkets were fo empty. 



Clericus. Well, I wont offend you by refufing, 

 efpecially as there is a lady in the cafe. 



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Before I leave this fubjecl:, I may as well de- 

 fcribe in as few words as poffible a fcene I wit- 

 nefled a day or two afterwards, when I acciden- 

 tally {tumbled upon the old foldier hard at work 

 trolling for pike. 



Clericus. Good evening to you ! What fport ? 



Old Soldier. I've fcarcely begun yet, but I hope 

 before long to have a pike or two in my bafket. 



Clericus. Your tackle, I fee, is as ftrong as if 

 you expected to hook a mark. 



