"A brace!" "The same have favoured me—
So that's a pair of braces;
And if the sun will but lie hid
The fleecy, flutt'ring clouds amid,
For two short hours more
(Unless your arm be wearied out),
We'll line the bank with sparkling trout,
In number twice a score."
I said before, I anxious felt to learn
The old man's history,