This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1834. Excerpt: ... Last night while swimming near the shore, I overheard two boatmen Say they must be awake at four. And have a pant afloat then. List, &c. 3. By my craft and here they come. Now mind and pay attention, If safe you'd reach your home, To every thing I mention. If your Sire had taken my advice, We need not now deplore him. He was liook'd, and kill'd and in a (rice Away an Angler bore him. List, &c. He in tippling took delight, Which caus'd us for to garble; He'd been drinking over might With that ugly beast Ben Barbel. A gentle swallowed, up he went, Oh dreadful situation, And deeply I his loss lament, But you'r my consolation, List, &c. 5. See the ground-baits coming down, Now mind my litttle chickens. There's two above from town, We shall find some pretty pickings. This bait you see's put loosely on, This Angler is a stranger, You may take the gentles one by one. In him there is no danger. List, &c, 6. This tackle new and rough, Of coblers' wax the hook smells, The shot too bright enough. And a flopping float which us tells. Despite his glaring rod and line, He has no pow'r to harm us. If tackle always did thus shine, The baits would only charm us. List, &c. 7. Oh heavens, that other face, That's he that kill'd your father, See the Barbel going a-pace, We're all in danger rather. So neat and crafty is that line, Go near it and you're undone, It had been well for me and mine, If he had ne'er left London. List, &c. 8. For twenty years or more, (I wish old Nick had claim'd him, ) Those specks he's always wore, So spectacles we named him. The slaughter that I've seen him make Among each finny neighbour, 'Twould make the stoutest of us quake To see how he did labour. List, &c. 9. Unperceived the Anglers chang'd Their rods, their swims, and places; Their baits ar...