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the fewest are occupied with such ex- of Sussex; and here he proudly imclamations as, “Look, I have him ! mortalizes the fact in the First of his He is a large fish !-Now he is tired! Days of Fly-fishing. A trout 6 lbs. -Now I will land him !"-without weight carries off the tackle of a poet one burst of enthusiasm, or the pas- -a chemist catches him with a na. sion of the pastime.. Poietes is made tural fly with the other gear in his a kind of butt-and is always playing jaw-proposes to his host to have him the fool. Yet Sir Humphry seems to dressed for dinner-his host demurs have had no such desigu against him; with a “ we will see," and sends his and no doubt believes that he has guest with the noble monster to a painted an interesting and original king's son. Sir Humphry ought to genius. In the disasters perpetually write a Fairy Tale. befalling a novice in the art of ang- Is it or is it not natural for a trout. ling, there is quite a fund of mirth, ing parti quarré to angle a whole merriment, and amusement to draw day in dialogue-not in a book-but in from ; and some such incidents might a brook-not in printed, but beneath occasionally have relieved the drawl, budding leaves ? Could such unceaing monotony of these most undiversi- sing clishmaclaver be tolerated from fied dialogues. But Sir Humphry breakfast to dinner by any man who has no wit—no humour-and one or ever dropped a red spinner ? Let us two attempts at raillery and the facete hear nothing of Izaak Walton. Some are indeed deplorable.

people may do what they choose. Is The Party keep angling and talking it natural or is it not, under such cir. away till past four o'clock, accompa- cumstances, so to keep gabbling? Un. nied, it would appear, by a regular natural, and idiotical, and disgusting. fisherman, whose business it is to see That a sulky syllable, now and then, that no trout under two pounds is ta- might be exchanged by anglers passken from the Preserve. A little after ing each other down the banks of a four o'clock, thegentleman of the house trouting stream, is imaginable ; but comes down to the river-side, and here we have four members of a says, with his usual suavity," I hope, Literary, Philosophical, and Angling gentlemen, you have been amused?" Debating Society, in full discussion Halieus replies, “ Most highly, sir. all day along the banks of the Colne! As a proof of it, there are in the fish- Nothing but the most exquisite gewell eighteen good trout, and one not nius could reconcile one to a proceedmuch short of 6lbs. ; three above ing in itself so senseless, and so re4 lbs. and four above 3 lbs. in weight. pugnant to every principle of pastime; I hope you will order that great fish done ill—and here it is done very ill for dinner." Now, we beg to whisper the members become objects of laugh in Sir Humphry's ear, that there is ter, and the rod in the hands of each, something vulgar and impertinent in a striking proof of the accuracy of Dr that last observation. No gentleman Johnson's celebrated definition. Haon a visit to a friend's house, would ving killed amongst them nearly sixty suggest any part of his victuals. Be. lbs. weight of trout; and mine host sides, here the hint, unless mine host having finished off with a magnifiwere a fool, or had other fish to fry, cent perch” of three lbs.—for whate was wholly unnecessary-for who in ever any one of the party wishes to his senses would allow a 6 lbs. Colne do, is forth with done, they walk up trout to lie a night uneaten in his to the Villa.. Their proceedings are possession ? But this low-bred sugo thus shortly intimated. gestion of Halieus is made, it would seem, for the sake of the answer.

(They go to dinner.) Mine host says, “ We will see. He is a fine fish, and fit for a present, even for a Prince, and you shall take him to a Prince !"

(They return from the house,) This throws an air of high life over the humble fisherman, and shews Sir and angle away till it is nearly dark, Humphry, like all true Whigs, to be becoming more and more loquaciousa great Aristocrat. Once in his life and finally, one and all of them intohe had, we presume, caught a trout lerably long-winded-more especially large enough to be sent to the Duke Halieus, who has evidently taken a Vol. XXIV.

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drop too much, or rather too little, for we know not-each man proses away he is in the prosy condition of half- for himself, generally without any and-half, and will not answer the sim- reference to the preceding speaker, plest question under half a dozen just like gentlemen delivering prepapages. In the pride of superior skill, red speeches in Parliament. —No athe relinquishes the rod altogether, and tempt at variety of style, or sentiment, issues directions to the other anglers. or subject all blended into one stagTake a specimen of the sport - nant tameness-while over the whole

there reigns an air of pompous pedan“ Hal. Try again. You have hooked him, and you have done well not to strike try and pretension, betraying a shrewd when he rose.

Now hold him tight, wind suspicion in the mind of the writer up your line, and carry him down the of his being a Philosopher who bad stream. Push the boat down stream, fish. condescendingly stepped down from erman. Keep your fish's head up. He his highest throne, to initiate combegins to tire, and there is landed. A mon men into all the mysteries of the fine well-fed fish, not much less than 4lbs. Science. Throw him into the well. Now, Poietes, The Dialogue seems a patch-work try that fish rising above, and there are

composed of shreds of anniversary two more.

speeches before the Royal Society, are “ Poiet. I have him ! " Hal.-Take care.

ticles in Philosophical Journals, and

He has turned you, and you have suffered him to run

Lectures on Natural History to Meout your line, and he is gone into the chanical Institutions. However, like weeds under the willow ; let him fall down all earthly things, it comes to an end stream.

at last, terminating with a five-page " Poiet. I cannot get him out. speech by Halieus, about the different

“Hal.-Then wind up. I fear he is species of trout, to which nobody seems Jost, yet we will try to recover him by ta- to have paid any attention. From the king the boat up. The line is loose: he dead silence that prevails during this has left the link entangled in the weeds, long speech, we conjecture that it was and carried your fly with him. He must have been a large fish, or he could not have had previously reached the house, and

bona fide a soliloquy; that the party disentangled himself from so strong a gut. Try again, there are fish now rising above the chair, Mine Host, Physicus, Or

that while Halieus was lecturing from and below ; where the water is in motion, opposite that willow, there are two fish nither, and Poietes, were all stretched rising.

sound asleep, each on his separate sofa. “ POIET.--I have one of them.

Angling in a Preserve, like the Colne “ HAL.-Now you are doing well. at Denham-villa, is a more tranquil Down with the boat, and drag your fish delight, undoubtedly, than angling in downwards. Continue to do so, as there a river open to all the human race, like are weeds all round you. You can mas. the Tweed at Innerleithen. So tranter him now; keep him high, and he is quil, indeed, that we have heard it your own. Put the net under him, and sneered at as tame and monotonous. bring him into the boat; he is a well-fed That, however, is a great mistake. fish, but not of the proper size for a victim ; about 2lbs. Now, Physicus, try your Angling can never be tame in a Prefortune with the fish above that rises so

serve full of trouts from two pounds merrily still

. You have him! Now use to six pounds ; for, except on rare ochim as Poietes did the last. Very well; casions, trouts of that size are shy I see he is a large fish,--take your time. enough to require all the skill of the He is landed ; a fish nearly of 3lbs. and most accomplished artist. A bungler in excellent season.

will kill few fish in the most vital, the “ Phys.-Anche lo son Pescatore-I most populous Preserve in the world. am too a fisherman--a triumph.

And we have pleasure in declaring, “ Hal.-Now we have finished our fishing, and must return to the light supper doners. Angling in Preserves being

that the finest of Aly-fishers are Lonof our host. It would be easy now, and between this hour and ten, to take half-a.

therefore a tranquil, but not a dull dozen large fish in this part of the water; delight, should be written about tranbut for the reason I have already stated, it quilly, but not dully; the spirit of the would be improper."

pastime must not be suffered to eva

porate in description ; something like Angling being thus finished, there is enthusiasm must colour the records of now nothing to interrupt the talk. the sport; there positively must be no Whether the party are sitting

down on sleeping on sofas; snoring is a sound the bank, or walking towards the house, pardonable on this side of the grave, only in a bedroom; and, depend upon of primroses glowing on the greenit, something must be amiss with that sward, and glowing in the water. dialogue, however erudite, which ir- How slight a motion, if seemingly resistibly suggests the idea of a tufted self-willed and continuous, suffices to night-cap.

produce the feeling of the beauty of We said just now, that the finest life! Then the slightest airs-the of fly-fishers are Londoners. What faintest shadows, let fall on it an infi. tackle! From rod-butt to tail-fly, all nity of colours, gliding, as it does here exquisitely tapered and tremblingly and there, below single trees of various alive! Such gut! The thought of it foliage-now past a grove-and then makes our flesh creep, and our whiske into a very wood—ilien between banks ers curl. On what mountain, 'mid of the bare brightness of sleep-nibbled what forest, neighed the Desert-Born, verdure-then along the ivied ruins on whose tail, streaming like a meteor of some old nameless building broken to the troubled air, grew the single into a dilapidated wall, that dips and hairs, each strong as ten of stabled disappears among the channel stones. steed, that in their captivity form the And now, let us go no farther down its casting line of that accomplished, that banks, but through the arch of that incomparable angler from the imme- lofty oriel, gaze a few moments on the diate vicinity of the

setting sunlight, that, as the orb keeps " Towers of Julius, London's lasting dows on the silence of the ancient

sinking, leaves deeper and deeper shashame?"

Abbey ! Why, the tiniest ephemeral that ever There is not a better trouting stream, dropped invisibly, during evening- a more populous Preserve, in all mera calm, from the silken folds of the fra- ry, in all sylvan England. Pebbly shoals grant willow-blossom, upon the stream -gravel banks gradually deepening that flows, yet scarcely seems to flow, away into the main current—some pools might take a lesson how still softlier filled with large slaty stones leaning to alight on the liquid element from on each other-others with sides and that artificial fly which, uvfelt as a bottom all of grass—and an occasional pile of down from the nest of the flut. one with weeds just appearing on the tered goldfinch, falls among the small surface-black still holes beneath the air-bells without breaking their fair roots of the old ash pollard-eddies at radiance, as if it were but the shadow bendings and turnings of the river, or of an insect that, sporting in the air, caused by fallen trees. Gentle angler, is reflected in the water !

you know the Preserve now as well as We should only spoil the picture if you were this moment resting on the by giving it so much as one other ledge of the bridge, and shifting to single touch. Then for the Preserve the other shoulder a weight of trouts in which he angles-in all things wor- enough to crush out the bottom of thy of such a master of the gentle your basket, had it been twisted by craft! Call not one—any one of the any other hands than those of old sweet-running waters of England tame blind Michael Lorimer. -certainly not this at least—“a li. There is one kind of Preserve quid lapse" between a burn and a and here is another. A lonely Loch river, even as a virgin of fifteen, in lying black amid the blackness of a beauty bordering upon stateliness, is Highland moor-alonely River issuing now looked on as a woman, and now from it at once in power and majesty, as a child! Up in the woods there is which, after flashing on the lonely ang. a low water-fall-so low, that the cur- ler's eyes a league-long vista of wa. rent seems to run ou a level, after heavy terfalls, erelong forgets the mountain rain, and then the place of rocks is re- shieling and the shepherd's clay-built cognised but by faster-melting foam, shed-and rejoicing in keep and tower, and a louder murinur. “ The stream is frowning over the edge of the preciplacid in its flowing,” in all ordinary pice, sweeps along the wooded deerweather; and now, to the eyes of ang- park of the Highland Chieftain's Hall, lers accustomed among mountains to and without bridge, ford, or ferry in whunt the water-falls," it might seem its whole course, tumbles all afoam almost sluggish-nay, stagnant. But into the sea. it is not so. Watch that air-bell, and There is a Loch and a River for you you will soon see it pass that bunch -and both are Preserves. A thou.

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sand inountain-torrents join them on last ten miles through bogs, with no all sides, when the black clouds burst; other view than that of mountains the Saxon stranger, nay even the half-hid in mist, and brown waters Gaelic guide, may search for them that can hardly be called lakes; and half a day through the mist; you with no other trees than a few stunted think you hear the voice of men shout. birches, that look so little alive, that ing in the wilderness; but 'tis the they might be supposed immediately belling of the red-deer scenting dan- descended from the bogwood, everyger in the wind-And now, hush, hush where scattered beneath our feet.”

-aye, in that sound the ear cannot Towards the close of such a journey, be mistaken—'tis the Great Cataract Poietes very simply sayeth, " I begin pealing-though now 'tis summer's to be tired. This is really a long day's severest drought — like everlasting journey.” The last ten miles had been thunder in the wilderness !

through bogs-so we may suppose the Yes-Loch and River are both Pre- first ten miles were over better ground. serves. The parish in which they !f Poietes—a middle-aged or younglie, leap, run, and roar, is about thirty ish gentleman, was tired, what words miles long by twenty broad, and the are sufficiently pathetic to express our population, at the last census, will pity for poor old Halieus, and poor probably not amount to more than a old Physicus ? At the close of the thousand souls. Any one may angle eighth dialogue, Halieus says, “Spare here that chooses—without a word be my grey hairs”—"and I do not expect, ing said to him except by those “airy like our arch-Patriarch, Walton, to sounds that syllable men's names," number ninety years"—thereby intimaking them, when alone, start and mating, that he is about the age of look round them, with beating hearts, Mr Rogers the poet, or Ourself. Now, and in a cold sweat and creeping skin, only think of the barbarity of allowon the grim rocks standing like idols, ing an old grey-haired father of a large or something worse, in the lowering family of sons, and grandsons, and solitude.

great grandsons--a London physician You may literally kill here a carte (for such he is) of nearly fourscore, load of trouts—but where, pray, will to walk twenty Highland miles, over you find the cart? In Ossian's days, bog and brae, before breakfast? armies of Celts used to charge each The twenty miles could not have other in cars up and down yonder been performed by the party, under devil's staircase--and deep ruts are

the circumstances, within the seven yet visible on all the bogs, moors, and hours. Supposing them to have starte mosses among these mountains-in. ed at five, it is now twelve o'clock, dented—so tradition tells—by the and Halieus says, by and by, that it wheels of Fingal's chariotry. But now will take a good boat with four oars neither cart nor car for you to carry to four or five hours to row them to their King's house your ton of trouts. There fishing ground; which, according to they lie in heaps on every hillock. that calculation, they will reach about What useless murder ! Yet not one five o'clock in the afternoon. Would of all the hundred dozen will ever be it not, then, be advisable for each missed for a moment, great or small member of the club to turn up his whale or minnow-like,—by their heed. little finger--so-and so-to a couless brethren, any more than would ple calkers of the Glenlivet: Most una few poor, petty, pitiful thousands questionably. But no-not so much of cits, deathstricken during the night, as a hard egg is hinted at—and with be missed in the morning among the insides groaning and moaning like the shoals upon shoals sailing, as if dri. half-stifled pipes of an organ, they ven by an instinct, along the streets of embark on Loch Maree. London.

And now for a bit of the dialogueBut we are really rude to Sir Hum- « Hal. I trust weshall havesport, as far phry-and, with a frank apology, will as salmon and sea-trout can furnish sport. return to Salmonia.

But the difficulties of our journey are al. On the morning of the Fourth Day, most over. See, Loch Maree is stretched the scene changes

to Loch Maree, High- at our feet, and a good boat with four oars lands of Scotland. Time-middle of will carry us in four or five hours to our July; and Halieus, Poietes, Ornither, misspent, for this lake is not devoid of

fishing ground : and that time will not be and Physicus, are seen toiling "for the beautiful, and even grand scenery.

“ POIET. The scenery begins to im- A breeze springing up, they hoist a prove; and that cloud-breasted mountain sail —and away they go right before on the left is of the best character of Scotch the wind. Poietes, of course, elated with mountains : these woods, likewise, are re

the success attending his late descripspectable for this northern country. I think

tion of the effects of clouds, character. I see islands, also, in the distance : and the quantity of cloud always gives effect to

ises the scenery as the bark glides this kind of view; and perhaps, without along, thussuch assistance to the imagination, there “ Poier.-The scenery improves as would be nothing even approaching to the we advance nearer the lower parts of the sublime in these countries; but cloud and lake. The mountains become higher, and mist, by creating obscurity and offering a that small island or peninsula presents a substitute for greatness and distance, give bold craggy outline; and the birch wood something of an Alpine and majestic cha- below it, and the pines above, make a racter to this region.

scene somewhat Alpine in character. But "ORN.-As we are now fixed in our what is that large bird soaring above the places in the boat, you will surely put out pointed rock, towards the end of the lake ? å rod or two with a set of Aies, or try the Surely it is an eagle ! tail of the par for a large trout or salmon : " Hal. You are right; it is an eagle, our fishing will not hinder our progress." and of a rare and peculiar species the

Poietes is, we presume, Greek for grey or silver eagle, a noble bird ! From poet. May we, then, venture to ten- the size of the animal, it must be the fe. der a small bit of advice to him touch- male ; and her eyrie is in that high rock. ing his next new Poem? Do not, as

I dare say the male is not far off.” you love us, write one syllable on the

Sir Humphry speaks in his introsubject of clouds, unless you have got ductory pages of Mr Wordsworth, something better to say about them

as a lover of fishing and fishermen. -something more recherché than this And we cannot help thinking and feelmost prosaic passage. Look at it ing that he intends Poietes as an -our dear Poietes -do look at it!

image of that great Poet.

« This is “ Cloud and mist create obscurity!" really too bad. What! William No doubt they do--good Poietes. "A Wordsworth, the very high-priest of quantity of cloud assists the imagina

nature, represented to have seen an tion !" No doubt it does-most excel.

eagle for the first time in his life, on lent Poietes. But had you nothing this occasion, and to have boldly venmore original, nothing more enter- tured on a conjecture that such was the taining and instructive than this to

name and nature of the bird ! “ But communicate to Physicus, and Halieus, what is that large bird, soaring above and Ornither, and the boatmen, when the pointed rock, towards the end of all afloat together, for the first time, the lake? Surely it is an eagle !" on the bosom of “ far Loch Maree, “ You are right-it is an eagle, wild and desolate?" Such a remark, and" This is the stupidest insult believe us, was nothing short of an in

ever yet paid to Mr Wordsworth ; in sult to their understandings; and if fact, it beats the Edinburgh Review you cannot speak of such scenery

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hollow. Surely, it is an eagle?" ter than this, why, sport dumbie. “Yes, you are right-it is an eagle.” Ornither, too, should have held his

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Sir Humtongue. As we are now fixed in

phry-Sir Humphry--that guffaw was our places in the boat, and—!" what not ours—it came from the Bard of a formal announcement of an unim

Rydal-albeit unused to the laughportant fact! It makes them all look

ing mood—in the haunted twilight of like so many Cockneys. You see them that beautiful-that solemn Terrace. lifting up the tails of their jackets- Poietes having been confirmed, by feeling with their fingers if the seat the authority of Halieus, in his be. be dry, - then, one after the other, lief that the bird is an eagle, exclaims, preserving his balance not without agreeably to the part he plays, "Look difficulty, especially the aged grey- at the bird! She dashes into the wahaired Halieus, setting slowly down ter, falling like a rock, and raising a his “ disk” “ with an air,” and then column of spray-she has fallen from all four finally “ fixed in their places,"

a great height. And now she rises each with a face of more importance again into the air—what an extraora than his neighbour-an adventurous dinary sight!" Nothing is so annoy crew bound on a voyage of discovery, ing, as to be ordered to look at a sight "Up a great river, great as any sea.” which, unless you shut your eyes, it

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