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The one feemed as natural as the other. And 

 yet, fir, when the Squire fell from his horfe and 

 was killed, it was miferable work to go among the 

 fervants then ; and when the day came for the 

 funeral, the crying and fobbing from all of them 

 oh, fir ! it was a touching fight ! 



Clericus. I am afraid I am detaining you from 

 your fport ! My converfation wont fill your bafket. 



Old Soldier. You wouldn't fay that if you only 

 knew how I love to have a few words with fuch 

 as you, fir. However, I mould like to mow you 

 how to catch a pike, though I doubt if I mall per- 

 fuade you to try your hand at it. 



Clericus. I obferve you throw your bait into the 

 deepeft water, and under the trees, if poflible. 



Old Soldier. It's full early yet for pike to begin 

 prowling abroad for their prey ; though it muft be 

 drawing near their fupper-time, I want to fave fome 

 of them the fatigue of their evening excurfion. 



Clericus. But what makes you flop fo fuddenly 

 and hold your rod motionlefs ? 



Old Soldier. Keep away from the bank if you 

 pleafe. I had a run, and, I believe, the pike is at 

 me now, though he is fo quiet. 



Clericus. Why don't you try and hook him then 

 at once ? 



