go ANGLING 



by Witchdorter would be able to boast, most mornings during 

 the annual visit, of our friend's presence many hours after the 

 lark had sung his morning song aloft. 



The real good sport has yet to be recorded, and as this 

 chapter has already run into some length, Mr. Hopper will 

 reserve his further experiences. If Mr. Hopper is trespassing 

 too much upon the patience of his readers by the lengthy 

 record of his outing at Trent-side this year, he can but 

 apologise and say 



If you'd learn patience superfine, 

 Go you to fish with rod and line. 



