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Ancient Pistol phrases it. My own stomach readily supplies the gloss-I feel lear. Let us fall to, at once.

S. I know of nothing more beneficial to digestion than a day's fly-fishing. You will often eat your snack in this way with a better relish than a dinner at a wealthy friend's, who has laboured to bring every dainty in season before you. Even this food, however, is luxurious compared with the hard and simple fare of hundreds around

us.

J. In all parts of the world the producers feed upon the refuse! "Sic vos non vobis!" &c.

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S. Universally in those countries of the continent which furnish corn in such infinite abundance, the peasantry are fed on bread which the English clown- -coarse as his

food is at times-would find difficult to eat. I was lately shown some bread-the common food of the peasantry of Auvergne

which they keep for more than twelve months, and which must be well soaked before it can be eaten. The bread of our ancestors must have been of this description, especially in early times. I have often noticed that the teeth in skulls taken from Anglo-Saxon tumuli, are much worn, as if by masticating hard food. But this gossiping of an old man must tire you.

J. Nay, nay: I thought you knew me better. Though I cannot enter entirely into all your feelings, I am a lover of gossip and of the picturesque; and, if a man will not talk unprofitably, he will find me a patient listener. There is no scandal in your discourse; and therefore I derive both pleasure and profit from it.

S. They are not all pearls that fall from the wisest lips; but, if I do not always discourse wisely, I shall not offend your ears with evil reports. No:

"Better than such discourse doth silence long,
Long, barren silence, square with my desire
To sit without emotion, hope, or aim,
In the loved presence of my cottage-fire,
And listen to the flapping of the flame,.
Or kettle whispering its faint undersong."

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Come, let us be moving again. There be yet "lusty trouts" on the feed.

[Exeunt.

THIRD DAY.

Be full, ye courts! be great who will!
Search for Peace with all your skill:
Open wide the lofty door,

Seek her on the marble floor :

In vain ye search the domes of Care!
Grass and flowers Quiet treads,
On the meads and mountain heads
Along with Pleasure close allied,
Ever by each other's side.

DYER.

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