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killing him instantaneously. He was just upon 62 years of age 

 and was an ardent Trent angler, known to every sloopman, 

 packet man, and bank horse-man between Gainsborough and 

 Newark. Well, he is gone. Many and many a time has he 

 walked over from Normanton, two miles away, by half-past 

 three and four o'clock in the morning and routed out Mr. 

 Hopper from his feathery bed for an early morning's bream 

 fishing at Dunham. What few wrinkles Mr. Hopper is in 

 possession of in regard to Trent angling he is mostly indebted 

 to Friend Brown. He was a good violin player, but was a 

 dreadful Radical. Politics, however, do not makes enemies of 

 fellow anglers. Poor old Brown! Helterton, Bowlingreen 

 Twynkles, and others mentioned in these notes knew him 

 well. He leaves a widow and four children to mourn his loss. 



