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this merciful provender that Heaven sendeth ! 

 Verily I know not at which of these great fellows 

 to make my essay. 



\Enter thirty-four callow young ducks, swim- 

 ming up stream. The ducks chevy the 

 flies, taking them out of the very mouths 

 of the trout. 

 Anglus. — Oh, mercy. I have hooked a young 

 duck ! Where is my landing-net .' Nay, I have 

 left it under yonder elm ! 



[He struggles with the young duck. By the 

 conclusion of the fray the Rise is over. 

 Anglus. — I have saved my fly, but lo, the trout 

 have ceased to feed, and will rise no more till after 

 sunset. Well, ' a merry heart goes all the way ! ' 

 And lo, here comes my Scholar. Ho, runaway, 

 how have you sped .'' 



Scotus. — Not ill. Here be my spoils, great 

 ones ; but how faint-Iiearted are your southern 

 trout 1 



Anglus. — That fat fellow is a good three pounds 

 by the scales. But, Scholar, with what fly caught 

 ye these, and where ? 



