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Abp. Sheldon. 



get into favour with Doctor Sheldon, 1 whose skill is above 

 others ; and of 

 that, the poor 

 that dwell about 

 him have a com- 

 fortable expe- 

 rience. And now 

 let's go and see 

 what interest the 

 t routs will pay us 



for letting, our JT MI 



angle-rods lie so 

 long, and so 

 quietly, in the 

 water for their 

 use. Come, 

 scholar, which 

 will you take up ? 



Yen. Wliick you think fit, master. 



Pise. "Why, you shall take up that ; for I am certain by 



month after. Baits other than what Walton has mentioned, are, the young 

 brood of wasps, hornets, and humble bees. 



In fishing for him, use a very strong rod, and a silk line with a shot and 

 a bullet, as directed for the trout ; some use a cork float, which, if you do, 

 be sure to fish as close to the bottom as possible, so as the bait does not 

 touch the ground. In angling for lesser fish, the angler will sometimes 

 find it a misfortune to hook a barbel, a fish so sullen, that with fine tackle 

 it is scarcely possible to land one of twelve inches long. 



A lover of angling told me the following story. He was fishing in the 

 river Lea, at the ferry called Jeremy's, and had hooked a large fish at the 

 time when some Londoners with their horses were passing ; they congratulated 

 him on his success, and got out of the ferry-boat ; but finding the fish not 

 likely to yield, mounted their horses and rode off. The fact was, that 

 angling for small fish, his bait had been taken by a barbel, too big for the 

 fisher to manage. Not caring to risk his tackle by attempting to raise him, 

 he hoped to tire him, and to that end suffered himself to be led, to use his 

 own expression, as a blind man is by his dog, several yards up, and as many 

 down, the bank of the river ; in short, for so many hours, that the horse- 

 men above-mentioned who had been at Walthamstow, and dined were 

 returned; who, seeing him thus occupied, cried out, "What, master! 



1 Dr. Gilbert Sheldon, warden of All Souls' College, chaplain to King 

 Charles the First, and after the Restoration, Archbishop of Canterbury. 

 He founded the theatre at Oxford, died in 1677, and lies buried under a 

 stately monument at Croydon, in Surrey. 



