Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: fell him at the firft farm-houfe I come acrofs. Farmers aint fo nice as you gentry ; and a bit of fifh though a trifle foft, and flabby-like, is no bad relifh. Clericus. Surely that's not another of the brutes you've juft hooked ? Old Soldier. No, no, not he ! Did you fee that ? He jumped a yard, at leaft, out of the water. Clericus. What a glorious trout! give way a little, or he'll break you. There, now he's quieter. What a fhake he gave ! Poor fellow, your race is well-nigh run ! Where's the landing-net ? Old Soldier. Gently, fir, gently !—he faw you, and now he's off again. Clericus. Juft draw him round into this flack water. There, now we have him.—Not much under two pounds, I fhould fay ! Old Soldier. If anything, he's a trifle over. I wifh you had hooked him though. Clericus. Oh ! you managed him fo beautifully, that if I had a tafte for trolling, which I confefs our fport this evening has not awakened within me, a better leflbn I could not have learnt. A quick eye, a tender, active hand, and an entire ab- Nothing feems to revive a tired trout more than the fight of a man with a landing-net. ( What A Glorious Trout." fence of hurry and buftle, I perceive to be indif- penfable, if you wifh to excel in trolling. The three trout I have killed, and the five that weigh down your bafket, would make no unhand- fome difh. Old Soldier. Shall I empty mine into your bafket now, or wait till we are nearer the houfe ? Clericus. Neither one, nor the other; the idea of my robbing you of your fifh ! Old Soldier. Pray, fir, do take thefe three beauties, at any rate, to the Miflis, and fhe wont have the laugh againft us as fhe had the other day, when our bafkets were fo empty. Clericus. Well, I wont offend you by refufing, efpecially as there ...