AND HER CAT. Q7

weary his lungs, and therefore waited for the course of
events with that patient resignation which formed a main
point in his character.

 

About five in the morning, two worthy hosiers of the
Strand, who were very fond of angling, came to cast their
fishing-lines from the parapet of the bridge. For in these
quiet days, when steamboats were unknown, and the
bosom of old Father Thames was less encumbered with
every kind of craft than it is now, the disciples of old
Izaak Walton tranquilly pursued their sport from this now
crowded thoroughfare.

“You are out betimes, neighbour Cotton,” said the