What Will He Do With It, Book 3.

admiration, and benign

xford s

an, after a violent exertion to express him

rust we are not trespassing: this

were, my f-f-father would

ound, then? Sir, I beg

kened his interest. Then that innocent careless talk-part uttered to dog and child, part soliloquized, part thrown out to the ears of the lively teeming Nature-had touched a somewhat kindred chord in the angler's soul; for he was somewhat of a poet and much of a soliloquist, and could confer with Nature, nor feel that impediment in speech which obstructed his intercourse with men. Having thus far indicated that oral defect in our ne

This ground is his property certainly, but he puts it to its best use, in lending it to those

randc

te: I hope you ha

little girl looks more delicate than

eal love interchanged between the old man and the child

oung man, and conceived a sincere pity for his physical affliction. But he did not for those reasons depart from the d

? I suppose the trout i

er up I have caught them

ish yonder,-see! balancing

of it. But it is strange that whatever our love for Nature we always seek some excuse for trusting oursel

definite pursuit? Fortune and Nature are earnest females, though popular beautie

t likely he should be above his listener's comprehension, looke

definite p

or: it is because I have been a trifler that I rail against trifl

meanwhile, she had bestowed the remains of t

r pursuit, whatever it be,

tily, sir, wish you

s there is be

it rest so muc

rch, my pursuit the cure of souls, and-and-this pitiful i

shwood that bespread the banks of the rill, and his hurried path could

an Waife, as Sir Isaac took up the bund