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for a bite, regardless of April showers or July's scorching 

 sun. When the mild Indian summer is over, he greases his 

 long reed pole with linseed oil, and lays it carefully away ; 

 viewing it now and then with the same satisfaction that 

 Gloster did his " bruised arms hung up for monuments." I 

 have suggested to him the use of the artificial fly, but he 

 believes not in things ethereal, or things ephemeral, but has 

 more "confidence in the flesh,*" viz. red worms and white 

 grubs. Long may he live to fish for Chub, chewing "the 

 cud of sweet and bitter fancy," as well as his Bologna 

 sausage at noon, while he contemplates the beauties of nature 

 by the peaceful Brandywine. 



' Caveat entered.' 



