THE ANGLER.
ait, broke my rod, until I gave up ttempt in despair, and passed trees reading old Izaak, satis?ed t it y and rural feeling t c t t before eyes, stealing along t lay open to ttern rising ; tcree t overortoise letting one or log on ery world around.
I recollect also t, after toiling and c for ter part of a day, e of all our admirable apparatus, a lubberly country urcree, a fe more ?s the day!
But, above all, I recollect t;good, , w;
repast by a spring of pure s er t stole out of t y read old Izaak altons scene castles in a brigil I fell asleep. All tism, yet I cannot refrain from uttering tions, long since.
In troll along tiful little stream o ttention tracted to a group seated on t to consist of a veteran angler and tic disciples. t very carefully patcokening poverty ly come by and decently maintained. orms, but present fair s furroitutional po take t . One of poac could ?nd o any gentlemans ?s nigall, ary lad, , and apparently someic beau. trout o discover by its contents s , and uring on t to o listen e deference. I o;brot; ever since I read Izaak alton. t;mild, s, and peaceable spirit;quot; and my esteem for t retyse of ?s forternity. quot;take good ; sayet little tretyse, quot;t in going about your disportes ye open no mans gates but t ye s t use ti disport for no covetousness to t principally for your solace, and to cause t;*
I t t I could perceive in teran angler before me an exempli?cation of edness in quite dreo remark t manner