^mmh^ CALIFORNIA <>ir ; X'^ -~ The Sporting Gallery AND Bookshop, inc. No. -4«. K.itt S^„A Ki N,i,, \\>ri, ife^Jk- ../t"-'' M-^<^K' 7''>»:i^ '-^1^ 'X ^A •- \ n « f^^i^^^-r^^c :\ - \-^'. '"''■';. K^^^ m A 1 ^V *: .'^ . Mi It :p ^' ct^ •-^io^Y ^. £?« ¥' THE ANGLER Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2007 with funding from IVIicrosoft Corporation http://www.archive.org/details/anglerpoemintencOOIathrich THE ANGLER; ^ ^oem, IN TEN CANTOS; COMPRISING PROPER INSTRUCTIONS IN THE ART, WITH RULES TO CHOOSE FISHING RODS, LINES, HOOKS, FLOATS, BAITS, AND TO MAKE ARTIFICIAL FLIES; 3Kecei})tg for l^astes, &c. ^c Embellished with upwards of Twenty beautiful Wood Cuts, By it^fi ^P. LATHY, Esq, LONDON : PRINTED FOR SHERWOOD, NEELY, AND JONES, PATERNOSTER-BOW. 1822. PREFATORY ADDRESS LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OF GREAT BRITAIN. Nature maintains so unvarying a course in all her operations, that no man of sound judgment will expect any thing very new in a Treatise on the Art of Angling, especially if he have been lucky enough to have pos- sessed himself of the works of Mr. Isaac Wal« ton, and Charles Cotton, Esq. the fathers of the art, who have treated so profoundly, and so judiciously on it, as to leave little more to those who follow in the same track, than to Vl PREFACE. improve upon their (now) antiquated language. (3f the former, particularly, it has been ob- served, that " he seems an original and model " to all who have come after, as Virgil ap- " pears among the writers (ever since) of Geor- " gics and Pastoral." Another author has observed, " this art seems to have arrived at its " highest perfection, almost at once, and to " have been the same in Mr. Walton, as that '* of Poetry was in Homer. The improve- " ments that are made by the generality of " late wn'iters are indeed so few, and for the " most part so trivial, rather adding to and per- " plexing his words, like the commentators on "' the Greek Poet, than either clearing up or " enlarging his sense, that one cannot but w^on- " der at seeing so much done, to so little pur- " pose."* * See " The Compleat Angler, or Coutemplative Man's " Recreation," in two parts, by the ing-enious and celebrated PREFACE. Vll There are so many other, and so highly respectable writers in favour of this pleasing recreation — this friend to contemplation, — that the bare recapitulation of their names will be its sufficient eulogium. The learned Dr. Perkins, Dr. Whitaker,* Dr. Nowell,t Sir Henry Wotton, R. Nobbes,t Col. Venables, Mr. Isaac Walton and Charles Cotton, Esq. published by Moses Browne, author of Piscatory Eclogues, &c. First Edition, London, 1750. Mr. Walton wrote his part of the Compleat Angler, so long back as 1653. He pub- lished five Editions during his life-time : all the editions are now very scarce. * Queen's Professor in Cambridge in the reign of Queen Elizabeth. t Dean of St. Paul's, London, whose portrait has been preserved in Brazen-nose College, (to which he was a liberal benefactor,) in which he is drawn leaning on a desk with his Bible before him, and under one hand are lines, hooks, and other fishing tackle, and above him angling rods of several sorts, to denote his attachment to the art. J Mr. Nobbes published a treatise entitled, « The Com- ^* pleat Troller," in 1682, now very scarce. Vm PREFACE. Mr. Leonard Mascal,^ &c. &c. all evinced their love for the art in theory as well as prac- tice : and Sir Henry Wotton describes it as an " employment for his idle time, which was " not then idly spent ; — for angling was, after " tedious study, a rest to his mind, a cheerer " of his spirits, a diverter of sadness, a calmer " of unquiet thoughts, a moderator of passions, ^'* a procurer of contentedness, and that it " begat habits of peace and patience in those " who professed, and practised it." So numer- ous, too, have been the recent writers in its favour, that it would be absurd to offer any thing in its defence — unnecessary to say a syl- lable more in its praise. All that remains, therefore, to an amateur and practitioner of the present day, is to invite * Mr. Mascal wrote a Treatise on Fishing in the reig^n of Henry the Eighth, Anno 1524. PREFACE. IX attention to the art, by setting it out in its most alluring colours to both sexes, as being no less conducive to contemplative innocence, and the study of the perfection of nature, than to exercise, and its concomitants, — health, cheerfulness, and peace of mind. The performance of such a work can deserve no higher appellation than that of a compilation arrayed in a new, that is to say, a poetical form; under cover of which all the requisites of the art may be collected in an elegant and portable shape, without any mys- tery or technical jargon ; so as to form at once A Pocket Companion, and Guide to the An- gler, who follows the sport in solitude ; and to those more social parties, where the sexes may prefer to take the diversion together. It is to this point, particularly, (the X PREFACE. union of the sexes in this delightful art) that I would draw attention ; — a point which has been too much neglected by preceding authors. Females, of the highest rank, now eagerly join in the boisterous, rude, and dangerous sports of the hunter, defying hedge, ditch, gate, river, and every other obstacle, and braving all risk of broken limbs, and indelicate exposure : let not then the more gentle and more congenial pursuits of the Angler be deprived of the countenance and company of the loveliest half of the creation, whose presence gives a zest (as Col. Thornton happily expresses it) to all our parties of pleasure. " Le Donne son venule in cxoellen^a, " Di ciascune arte ove hanno posto cura." Ariosto. Females excel in ev'ry art, In which their judgment takes a part. To effect so desirable a purpose, all that could be collected from the preceding and PREFACE. XI best works, as well as the result of many years practical experience, have been thrown into the form of a Poem ; and those technical terms and phrases, as well as instructions and directions in the art, which could not well be brought into the smoothness of rhyme, have been added in the form of Notes, Appendix, &c. To offer a poem of this kind to the Pub- lic, has been the sole aim of the Author, Edi- tor, or Compiler (or whatever other appella- tion critical judgment shall be pleased to be- stow on him ;) and if his work shall be allowed the further merit of being deemed worthy of a humble place in the library, he will have attained all, and even more, than he ever dared to hope for, as a pretender to poetry. THE AUTHOR. Trout Holly Hd December, 1818. ( xiii ) CONTENTS. Page. The Angler's Song xix CANTO I. Introduction, — Eulogy on the Pastime of Angling, and its beneficial Effects to the Body and Mind 1 E7nhellisJiments. Head Piece : Appropriate Scenery, Fishing Tackle, &c. — Tail Piece : Representation of the Peacock Salmon-fly. CANTO II. Welcome to April. — Instructions to young Anglers. — Description of Fishing-Rods, Lines, Hooks, Floats, Baits, &c. — Artificial Flies, how made — Proper Sea- sons for Angling. — An April Day and Scenery. ..... 13 Embellishments. Head Piece : Appropriate Scenery, Fishing Tackle, &c. — Tail Piece : the Silver-Pheasant Salmon-fly. xiv CONTENTS. CANTO III. Page. Angling for Trout. — Fickleness of the Seasons in Bri- tain. — Season for Trout Fishing. — Rules for the Art of Artificial Fly Fishing. — A living Loach good Bait for Trout. — Rules for Bream, Cheven, Barbel and Tench Fishing. — Boyish Sports. — Learning to swim and angle. — Groping for Trout. — How performed. — Nature's Kindness and Bounty — Approach of Night, 35 Embellishments. Head Piece : Angler's Game Basket, a Brace of Trout. —Tail Piece : The Jay Salmon-fly. CANTO IV. Salmon Fishing. — Time, Middle of May. — Spring Scenery. — Love ; a Warning against illicit. — Fly-fishing for Salmon Peal. — Angling for Salmon with the Ledger-bait. — Directions for the prac- tical Angler. — Every part of England abounding in Rivers fit for the Angler's Sport. — Descriptions of some of the most famous. — Know when you have enough, and be grateful to the Giver of all Things. . 57 Embellishments. Head Piece : The Fishiug-house of Charles Cotton, Esq. on the river Dove ; taken from a Drawing made on the spot.— Tail Piece : The Brown Moth-fly. CONTENTS. XV CANTO V, Page. Angling forPearch. — ^Time, First of June. — Rural Em- ployments and Scenery. — Rustic Happiness. — Rules for angling for Pearch. — North Wind unfavourable to it. — Cruelty of Laws relating to Fisheries. — South Wind favourable. — Sporting Anecdote. — Moral Re- flections and Pi-ecepts drawn from Angling.—Approach of Night. — lynis Fatuus 75 Embellishments. Head Piece : a Heron watching for Prey. — Tail Piece : The Caddis-fly. CANTO VI. Angling for Carp. — Time, Day -break in the beginning of July. — Rural Occupations. — Carp, how to be kept. — And Hints for stocking Ponds with the Roes dried and preserved. — Music, its charms to dispel Care and lighten Toil. — Poets extinct in the present Age. — The Mode and Season of Angling for Carp. — Their Sub- tilty. — Their Fate, that which Rogues of every De- scription richly deserve. — Man's Invention overcomes all Obstacles. — Whale-hunting in the North. — On the proper Employment of Time and Preparation for Eternity 95 Embellishments. Head Piece : a Seine Dipping net. Pannier, Rod, Fish. —Tail Piece : The White Moth-fly. Xvi CONTENTS. CANTO VII. Page. Mixed Angling. — Time, August. — Rural Scenery. — A Storm succeeded by a Calm. — Description of Ulting's Vale. — Anecdote of Mr. Cunningham, the Poet, on the Propriety of allowing the Labouring Classes in- nocent Amusements after Divine Service on the Sab- bath-day. —The Eneinies of the finny Tribes nume- rous. — The Otter peculiarly destructive — An Otter Hunt. — Death of the Tyrant of the Flood.— The truly hospitable Cottager li: Embellishments . Head Piece: An Angler Bank-fishiug. —Tailpiece: The Palmer Fly. CANTO VIII. Trolling for Pike. — Time, October. — Rural Scenery and Employments. — Description of the Pike, and Mode of feeding it. — Proper Baits and Rules for the Sport. — A Recipe for cooking it. — Quaere as to the Origin of the Angler's Art. — ^The Seasons improper for Angling, when the Fish are breeding. — Hope delusive. — Reflections on Nature's Works. — The Soldier-Crab. — Polypus, &c. — On the Organ of Hear- ing in Fish. — The Bounty of Providence ought to press us with Gratitude. — Return Home 137 EmhelUslimenis. Head Piece : An Angler Trolling. — Tail Piece : The Red Spinner-fly. CONTENTS. XVll CANTO IX. Page. Angling for Pike with Lay-hooks. — ^Time, February. — Aspect of the Country. — Directions for the Sport. — The Heron. — Noted Rivers and Lakes for Angling. — The Decoy-ponds. — Angling on the Lakes. — Descrip- tion of the Trimmer, another Instrument for catch- ing Pike. — Colonel Thornton. — His mode of Fishing with Fox-hounds. — Praise due to him for making La- dies partakers of the Angler's Sports. — Invitation to the Fair Sex. — A Storm. — Salmon Fishing. — Invitation to Sportsmen , » 161 Embellishments. Head Piece : Two Anglers Punt-fishing. — Tail Piece : The Ant-fly and two Sorts of Gnat Flies, CANTO X. Conclusion 185 Embellishnents. Head Piece : Angler Stream-fishing. — Tail Piece -. Jolly Anglers regaling after a Day's Sport. Trout Hall, a Song 193 Epitome of the Art of Angling 195 XVill CONTENTS. APPENDIX. Pag-e. Containing useful Matters, and g-eneral Instructions in the Art of Angling, which could not be comprised in the Notes, without rendering them of too great length, and breaking the connection of the Text 195 Choice of Fishing-tackle, and Instructions to make Rods, Lines, &c 197 Baits : Pastes, Unguents, &c. and Directions for using them 201 Night Angling for Trout 228 General Directions 230 Other Baits 232 Weather ib. ( xix ) THE ANGLER'S SONG. By the Author. See ! at the earliest dawn of day The jolly Angler bend his way To streams, where far from care and strife, From smoky house and scolding wife, He snares the finny race : A southern g-ale propitious blows, His rod prepared — his line he throws, With well made fly he fishes fine, A bite! he strikes 1 Now hold fast, line ! He's caug-ht ! A full grown Dace. (Jhorusy The jolly Angler's is the life. Devoid of care, devoid of strife. XX THE ANGLERS SONG. Now chang'd the tackle and the bait ; For larg-er prey he lies in wait, Tries up the stream, nor vainly tries, The line runs off — a noble prize ! Give time to pouch — Now strike ! Now seeks his haunt the wounded prey, And then begins the Angler's play ; He lengthens out — now shortens line, Till struggles past — a welcome sign ! He lands a glorious Pike , Choi'us, The Jolly Angler's is the life, Devoid of care, devoid ojr strife. Bream, barbel, carp, tench, roach and eel, All yield alike to his barb'd steel. And e'en the salmon's rapid course. Arrested by superior force. Yields to the Angler's skill. He tries the deep, the shoal, the stream, Where'er of prey hope gives a gleam, No hole escapes the Angler's search Where lurk the nations of the pearch — His joy — the diving quill. Chorus f The Jolly Angler's is the life. Devoid of care, devoid of strife. THE ANGLER'S SONG. xxi Now stor'd his pannier, as eve draws near, Homewards his weary course he'll steer. Or to some well known inn resort, T' enjoy the fruits of his day's sport. By skilful cook-maid drestj There takes his pipe, his jug- of ale, Sups, smokes and sips, and tells his tale. Or sings before a blazing fire. Till nature bids him to retire, Then happy sinks to rest. Chorus, The Jolly Angler's is the life. Devoid of care, devoid of strife. THE ANGLER. THE ANGLER. CxVNTO I. Introduction,— Eulogy on the Pastime of Angling, and its beneficial Effects to the Body and Mind. CANTO I. W^H AT though no Muses my wrapt soul inspire, Or bid a poet touch the sacred lyre ? Yet shall my pen attempt a humble strain, (Nor on so fair a theme attempt in vain)— Be others' song of war, of love, of wine, Nor Venus, Mars, nor Bacchus shall be mine ; B 2 4 THE ANGLER. I sing of meadows, vallies, purling streams — These, and the angler's skill, compose my themes. To dift'rent modes of pleasure all resort — I envy none, so IVe my favourite sport : Some men, ambitious to obtain a name. Are slaves for life to gain posthumous fame ; The miser, brooding o'er his golden heap. Can no enjoyment from possession reap ; But always thirsting to increase his store, In plenty pines, ridiculously poor : The youthful statesman, by ambition fir'd, Burns with impatience for the point desir'd ; But ere the wish'd for prospect is in view^. He longs — he pants — another to pursue : Prompted by avarice, and love of gain. The merchant braves the rough tempestuous main ; To distant regions sails with heart elate. And brings home wealth enough to live — in state ; THE ANGLER, But yet he has not found, by change of air, That richest prize — an antidote to care : The man of fashion, tir'd of town delights — Days spent in folly, and luxurious nights, — Flies to the country, there expects to meet Ease for the mind, and happiness complete ; But still past pleasures are impress'd so strong, No rural scenes can entertain him Ions: : Thus discontent seems woven in our frame, And perfect bliss is nothing but a name ; Yet, if we strove, with diligence severe, To keep our breasts from cank'ring envy clear. Much of this peevish humour would subside. If man would only keep himself employ'd. For me the country has unnumber'd joys, I hate the city's bustle, throng and noise. There will I pass the ev'ning of my days. And drink the cup of innocence and peace : Nor e'er the want of entertainment know. While Ihrough the vallies gliding rivers flow. 6 THE ANGLER. Some men delight, when winds autumnal bring, From climes unknown, the Woodcock's vagrant wing. To seek the stranger, where the gurgling rill. Beneath the sylvan bank, invites his bill I They mark his rising, and his crooked flight, And hurl the thunder when he darts outright. Others, a hardy and intrepid race, Dare the bold pleasures of the boist'roUS chace. Such with the beagle rise, at dusky morn, Mount the swift courser, at the sound of horn ; Rouse up the Hare close squatted in the bush. Strain up the mountains, down the mountains rush. Plunge in the rapid flood, overleap the mound, And shout their conquest bleeding on the ground. Each, as his genius prompts, or nerves can strain, Varies his sport ; I no man's joy arraign. Me — lonely vales and winding currents please, And arts of fishing entertain ray ease. But mine is not the glory to unfurl The spacious net, and o'er the stream to hurl ; THE ANGLER. Nor, wading to the neck in mud obscene, Tug the cork-buoyant mesh whole streams to clean : The decent Angle's mine ; my pride would slay Her thousands, but in Doctor (a) Purgon's way, A lordly Pike, or a low Gudgeon kill, Secundum artem^ with a learned pill. Nor fear that Virtue frown upon my play. If through the verdant meads I fish and stray. Virtue, severe, on no enjoyment smiles. Which idle hours debase, or vice defiles ; The w^ise to life's momentous work attend ; And think and act still pointing to their end ! As yon clear streams one constant tenor keep, Rolling their liquid homage to the deep. But books or bus'ness with unceasing care. What force of body or of mind can bear ? The steed, unharness'd from the plough awhile. Returns with spirit to his daily toil. (a) A character in the Malade Imaginaire of Moliere. 8 THE i\NGLER. Sports (like parentheses) may part the line Of labour, without breaking the design. But, as in verse, parentheses (if long And crowded) mar tlie beauty of the song : So pastimes, which engross too large a space, Disturb life's system, and its work deface. If Wisdom give her nod, and sports may claim A safe asylum in her awful name. Let Wisdom rule the choice ; in those engage Which merit sanction from the Coan (6) sage ; Which rouze, not waste, the spirits, and are good To push along the tube the loit'ring blood. Pure air and exercise to health conduce, If ta'en in season, else they ills produce. Rash Anglers rue late hours, more cautious I From night's dark wing and ev'ning vapours fly ; Warn'd by the sinking sun, and deep'ning shades, When the brown horror woods and streams invades ; (6) Hippocrates, the father of physic. THE ANGLER. 9 WarnM by the screech-owl, and frog-croaking race, I close the rod, and homeward urge my pace. When- from the pail I see the lowing herd Return to pasture on the sav'ry sw^erd ; I haste away, ere damp, blue steams arise, And seek dry shelter from the noisome skies ; For Winter's breath still mingles with our Spring, And the chill eve bears ague on her wing. Yet some may ask — what exercise to stand Hours on one spot, and grasp an idle wand? To such I answer, that the Angler's art Changes the scene and variegates his part. Oft, with the never-resting trowl, he roves From mead to mead, still casting as he moves, In deeps, in shoals, the roach suspending hook. To lure the stream's fell tyrant from his nook: Sloth will not dare these labours, which demand The strenuous vigour of no feeble hand. B 5 10 THE ANGLER. From these, returning with a sharpened gust^ Rich is the feast of evening's homely crust : The soundest sleep soon seals my wearied eyes. And, light and brisk, I from my slumber rise. Then, turning o'er the classic page, my thought Quick apprehends what ancient wisdom taught ; Or fancy, flowing with recruited vein, Pours out her pleasures in this rhyming strain. Therefore do not despise, with cynic mood, Our pastime, honour'd by the wise and good : By harmless (c)Nowell, (c?)Wotton's cheerful age, (e) Cotton's clear wit, and Walton's rural page ; With rapture these beheld the peopl'd flood, The checquer'd meadow, and the waving wood : — (c) NowELL, the good old Deau of St. Paul's in Queen Elizabeth's reig-n, (d) WoTTON, the famous Sir Henry. (e) Cotton and WaltoxV, authors of a work in two parts, entitled, the Complete Angler. THE ANGLER. 11 Here found in solitude, emollient rest From rugged cares, and tumults of the breast : — Here virtues learn'd (ill taught by formal rules) Unknown to courts — unknown to wrangling schools. Patience and peace, and gentleness of mind, Contempt of wealth, and love of human kind. These are the Angler's benefits and joys — Thus, undisturbed, his leisure he employs : Yet prudence bids, not let them interfere With any more important worldly care ; When business calls, be ready at your cue. And this just maxim ever keep in view — '• All pastimes, that engross too large a space, " Disturb life's system, and its works deface." Such humble lays may be traduced by spite — The subject trifling deem'd — the verses light ;— 13 THE ANGLER. " What, all this stuff about the Angler's sport V The critic cries, *• and not a word of court ? — " Of camps and soldiers brave ; the din of war, " And groaning captives at the victor's car ? " Of such should be the vig'rous poet's lays, " Who'd be adjudg'd by Us the laureat bays," In spheres, like these, let busy mortals shine, A humbler fate, and conscience clear, be mine. I'll trace the meadows while young morning spreads Her mild effulgence o'er the hills and meads ; Where on the mountain's sides the green woods grow, Where lilies bloom, and dew-dipp'd roses blow ; Where all the charms, which beauteous Nature gave, Smile on the bosom of the azure wave. When, in the soft ambrosial breath of morn Heahh. rosy health, floats o'er the purple lawn •, And all is melody — I'll rove the plains While gratitude distends the thrilling veins ! THE ANGLER. 13 My eyes exulting o'er the glorious scene. Will swell with rapture on the blue serene ; Till boundless love impels the rising soul, To praise the Pow'r who bids the seasons roll. CANTO II. Welcome to April. — Instructions to young Anglers.— De- scription of Fishing-Rods, Lines, Hooks, Floats, Baits, &c. — Artificial Flies, how made — Proper Seasons for Angling. — An April Day and Scenery. CANTO II. Hail, blooming month ! prolific April hail ! O, come attended by the genial gale, That breathes its influence liberally round, And decks with verdure the new tufted ground ; Gives recent vigour : makes the springing soil Smile o'er the landscape, and the landscapes smile 5 18 THE ANGLER. The fresh'ning air with vernal mildness fills. From the low vallies to the tow'ring hills : Then come attended by the genial gale, And let not blighting Eurus now prevail ; Nor let the ruddy morn those winds attend, That tender herbs, and infant blossoms rend; Nor let old Boreas dare resume his breeze. To check th' expansion of the budding trees. Let not the atmosphere betray its cold. While Nature does her ev'ry charm unfold ; And big with love, benevolently gay. With April beauties crown the April day ; While birds, soft passioned, artless sonnets sing. In praise and honour of the growing spring. The soaring lark loud trills her matin song, And warbling linnets various notes prolong : The love-born nightingale explores the spray, Once more she sings her sweetly plaintive lay: The mellow thrush soft chaunts her charming strain, And merry wood-larks tuneful make the plain : THE ANGLER. 19 The feathered songsters all in concert join. And shake the copse with music half divine ; The groves re-echo with their spotless love. And hide in leafage the love-cooing dove, Who, there conceal'd, or cheers its faithful mate, Or plaining, mourns its sad untimely fate. The kids and fawns, and firstling lambs advance, And course the meadows in a frisky dance. The shepherds pipe and shepherdesses sing. And fragrant odours drop from zephyr's wing. The op'ning bloom the promis'd fruit displays, Which in its purple fold securely lays ; How smile the woodlands o*er the flushing year ! How sweet the briar's smell^how fresh appear ! In verdant liv'ry deck'd is ev'ry tree, And all is love, and joy, and melody. The south, distent with gently falling showers. To life and vigour wakes the rural pow'rs ; And lo ! at once from tubes prolific rise Millions of Nature's gifts to greet the eyes ; 20 THE ANGLEH. And from earth's womb the vegetables rush, And spread the gromid with deep and deeper blush^ The stream soft flows in gentle, winding, maze, And on its banks the histy steerlings graze ; The pools and ponds are crown'd with various flaw'rs. Whose covert swarms of diflf'rent fish embow'rs. Now sweetly mornings smile — the skies look fair ; Few boist'rous gusts disturb the placid air. The finny tribes now feel the warming ray, Rise from the deeps, and yield an easy prey. His tackle now the Angler should prepare, The choice of which demands his utmost care; To young beginners, brief, I'll state the rules Rever'd by Anglers — doctrine of their schools. First, with discerning eyes your («) Engine view. Of yielding hazel, or of tough bamboo ; (a) Engine — a Fishing-rod. A long" taperiuj^ rod to which the line is fastened. Of these there are sev^eral sorts : as — 1st, A Trailer, which has a ring at the end for the line THE ANGLER. 21 With nice proportion in their bulk and length, Its joints be shaped, for beauty and for strength : Tough, taper, flexible, well form'd to strike The pigmy Minnow, or gigantic Pike: Springy, elastic, be it in the hand. To throw the line, or strike with, at command. Your (J))Lin€^ or by the spinning-worm supplied, Or by the high-born courser's hairy pride ; to go through, when it runs off a reel. — 2d, A Whipper, a top-rod, that is weak in the middle and top heavy, but slender and fine.— 3d, A Dropper, which is a strong rod, but very light. — 4th, A Snapper, which is a strong pole, peculiarly used for pike. — 5th, A Bottom-rod, being the same as the dropper, but more pliable. — 6th, A Sniggling, or Procking-stick, a forked stick, having a short strong line, with a needle, baited with a lob worm : this is only suitable for eels in their holes. (6) Fishing-line is either made of hair twisted, or silk; or of the Indian grass. The best colours are the sorrel, white and grey ; the two last for clear waters, the first for muddy ones. The pale watery green is given artificially by steeping the hair in a liquor made of alum, soot, and the juice of walnut leaves, boiled together. 22 THE ANGLER. Of gross, or subtile texture, must obey The might, or weakness of your destined prey : Furnish'd with sliding Flout{c) your line to keep At proper depth, suspended in the deep ; As also by its dipping to betray. When struggling to get free, the wounded prey. Be rich in steel, by dextrous Vulcan tam'd, To barbed hooks(c?) for stubborn temper faniM ; (c) Fishing-floats^ are little appendages to the line, serving to keep the hook and bait suspended at the proper depth, and to discover vs^hen the fish have hold of them. Of these, there are many kinds; some made of quills, which are the best for slow waters ; but for strong streams, sound cork, without flaws, or holes, bored through with a hot iron, into which is put a quill of suitable proportion, is preferable : the cork should be shaped to a pyramidal form, and made smooth. (f/) Fishing-hooJiy a small instrument made of steel-wire, of a proper form to catch and retain fish. The fishing-hook in general, ought to be long in the shank, somewhat thick in the cii'cumfercnce, the point even and straight ; the bend should be in the shank : for setting the hook on, use strong THE ANGLER. 23 For if with roots of trees, or weeds entwin'd. They're lost — then disappointment fills the mind : But 'gainst all accidents, that may take place, Old Anglers have a store, loss to replace. Some authors have, with cumbersome parade, Whole pages of inveigling baits display'd ; But in six words the nice temptations lie — Fciir Paste(e), bright TVorms{f\ and well dissembled but small silk, laying the hair on the inside of the hook ; for if it be on the outside, the silk will fret and cut it asunder: Tliere are several sizes of these fishing-hooks, some big, some little ; and of these, some have peculiar names, as — 1st, Single hooks. — 2d, Double hooks ; which have two bend- lug's, one contrary to the other. — 3d, Snappers, or Gorgers, which are the hooks to whip the artificial flies upon or bait with the natural fly. — 4th, Springers, or Spring-hooks, a kind of double hook, with a spring-, which flies open upon being- struck into any fish, and so keeps its mouth open. (e) Paste. — 1. Take the blood of a sheep, and mix it with honey and flour to a proper consistence. — 2d. Take old cheese grated, a little butter suflicient to work it, and 24 THE ANGLER. But diff *rent baits at different times prevail, And what will one month take, the next will fail In this the Angler should be skilPd profound, And judgment will with full success abound. Fish, insects(Ji), also, have a tempting look, That oft entices victims to the hook. Thus arm*d with implements of death beware Ill-omen'd seasons, and unfav'ring air ; colour it with saffron 3 in winter use rusty bacon instead of butter. — 3d, Crumbs of bread chewed, or worked with honey or sugar, moistened with gum-water. 4th, Bread chewed, and worked in the hand till it becomes stiff. (/) Worms. — 1, The Earth-bob^ found in sandy ground after ploughing : it is white with a red head j and bigger than a gentle. Another is found in heathy ground, with a blue head ; keep them in an earthen vessel well covered and a sufficient quantity of the mould they harbour in : they are excellent from April to November. — 2d, Gentles, to be had from bullock's livery let them lie in wheat bran a few days before used. — 3d, Flay-worms, found in the roots of flags J they are of a pale yellow colour, longer and thinner than a gentle, and must be scoured like them. — Cow-dung THE ANGLER. 25 When SiRius drinks; and the defrauded mill Mourns empty springs, and all its wheels stand still ; jBo&, or Clap-baii, found under cow-dung, from May to Michaelmas: it is like a gentle, but larger; keep it in its native soil like the earth-bob. — 5th, Cadis-worm or Cod-bait^ found under loose stones in shallow rivers ; they are yellow* bigger than a gentle, with a black or blue head, and are in season from April to July : keep them in flannel bags. — 6th, Lob-worm, found in gardens : it is very large, and has a red-head, a streak down the back, and a broad tail. — 7th, MarsJi-worms^ found in marshy ground : keep them in moss ten days before you use them 5 their colour is a blueish red ; they are a good bait from March to Michaelmas. — -SthjSraneZ- ling Red-worms.^ or Blood-worms, found in rotten dung-hills or tanner's bark ; they are small red worms, very good for all small fish, have sometimes a yellow tail, and are called Tufj-iails, (y) Flies are either natural or artificial, 1. 'Natural flies are innumerable; but the most usual for fishing purposes are : — lst,Stone-fly, found under hollow stones at the sides of rivers, is of a brown colour, with yel- low streaks on the back and belly, has large wings, and is in season from April to July. — 2d, Green-drake, found among stones by river sides, has a yellow body, ribbed with green, is long and slender, with wings like a butter- fly, his tail turns on his back, and from May to Midsummejr 26 THE ANGLER. When ether blazes, and the waf ry scene Presents the picture of the blue serene ; is very useful. — 3d, Oak-Jiy, found in the body of an old oak or ash, with its head downwards, is of a brown colour, and excellent from May to September. — 4th, Palmer-jiy, or worm, found on leaves of plants, is commonly called a ca- terpillar, and when it comes to a fly is excellent for trout. — r)th, Ani-Jiy, found in ant-hills from June to September. — 6th, The May-fiy is io be found playing by the river-side especially after rain. — 7th, The Blach-jiy is to be found upon every hawthorn bush after the buds are fallen oft'. 2. The Artificial flies are seldom used but in blustering weather, when the waters are so troubled by the winds, that the natural fly cannot be seen, nor rest upon them. Of artificial •flies there are reckoned no less than twelve sorts, of which the following are the principal :~lst, For March, the Dun-fly, made of dun- wool, and the feathers of the partridge's wing, or the body made of black wool, and the feathers of a black drake. — 2d, For April, the Sione-fiy : the body made of black wool, dyed yellow under the wings and tail. — 3d, For the beginning of May, the Ruddy-fly, made of red wool, and bound about with black silk, with the feathers of a black capon hanging dangling on his sides next the tail. — 4th, For June, the Greenish-fly : the body made of black wool, with a yellow list on either side, the wings taken off the wings of a buzzard, bound with black, broken hemp. — 5th, The THE ANGLER. 2l Or when fierce rains discoloured currents swell, At home the fate of vent'rous fools foretell : For then close - shelt'ring weeds, or creeks obscure, Fearful or faint, the finny tribes allure ; But show'ry clouds, and southern gales excite To gamesome mood, and edge their appetite. Moorish jiy : the body made of duskish wool 5 and the wings of the blackish mail of a drake. — 6th, The Taivny- fiVt ?ood till the middle of June : the body made of tawny wool, the wings made contrary one against the other, of the whitish mail of a white drake. — 7th, For July, the Wasp-fly : the body made of black wool, cast about with yellow silk, and the wings of drake's feathers. — 8th, The Steel-fly, good in the middle of July : the body made with greenish wool, cast about with the feathers of a peacock's tail, and the wings made of those of the buzzard. — 9th, For August, the Drake, the body made with black wool cast about with black silk ; his wings of the mail of a black drake, with a black head. (h) Fishes and Insects. — 1st, Minnow. — 2d, Gudgeon.— 3d, Roach.— 4th, Dace.— 5th, Smelt.— 6th, Yellow Frogs.— 7th, Snail Slit. — 8th, Grasshopper. c 2 2S THE ANGLER. Just as the peasant, when his tijnid eyes Suspect each sign of weather he espies, The seed, or sickle, from his field detains. And, simply, of his desert barns complains ; So superstitious Anglers watch the wind, Now Boreas chills; now Eurus breathes unkind. Blow Boreas, Eurus, but nor loud nor cold, Angler go forth, with high assurance bold : Believe a tepid season, and partake Large booty from the river, pond or lake. Yet trust not. Angler, to an April morn. That oft entices, — often leaves forlorn ; The sun, relinquishing his eastern bed, In clouds successively involves his head ; The face of Heav'n is variously inclin'd. The true resemblance of a female mind! Here darted beams with full refulgence glow. There faintly streak the party-colourM bow ; THE ANGLER. 29 Soft showers fell, and gentle zephyrs play, The field alternately, now sad, now gay : — In numerous vicissitudes appears. Now seems to smile — is now bedew^'d with tears. Beneath their wat'ry weight now droop the sprays, Now suns on suns in verdant mirrors blaze ; Where by reflection equally we trace The lively blossom's imitated grace ; In mingled order Heaven and Nature rear The promised blessings of the fruitful year: And thus by amicable strife constrain The bud to swell, and prompt the lazy grain. Hail, happy shades ! and hail, thou cheerful plain I Where peace and pleasure unmolested reign ; Where dewy buds their blushing bosoms show, And the cool rivers murmur as they flow : See yellow crow's-foot deck the gaudy hills, While the faint primrose loves the purling rills ; m THE ANGLER. Sagacious bees their labours now renew, Hum round their blossoms, and extract their dew ; In their new liv'ries the green woods appear. And smiling Nature decks the infant year ; See yon proud elm, that shines in borrowed charms, While the curl'd woodbines deck her aged arms. When the streak'd east receives a lighter ray, And larks prepare to meet the early day ; Through the glad bowers the shrill anthems run, While the groves glitter to the rising sun : Then Phillis hastens to her fav'rite cow, Her shining tresses wanton on her brow ; While to her cheek enliv'ning colours fly, And health and pleasure sparkle in her eye. Unspoird by riches, nor with knowledge vain, Contented Cymon whistles o'er the plain ; His flock dismisses from their nightly fold. Observes their health, and sees their number told. Pleas'd with its being, see the nimble fawn Sports in the grove, or wantons o'er the lawn ; THE ANGLER. 31 While the pleasM coursers frolic out the day, And the dull ox affects unwieldy play. Hark I the shrill linnet charms the distant plain, And Philomel replies in softer strain ; See those bright lilies shine with milky hue, And those fair cowslips drop with balmy dew! Such scenes as these delight the Angler's eyes. As through the meads towards the stream he hies ; And whether fish will kindly bite or not, Pleasure and health are from th' excursion got. Where the dull river rolls its lazy stream, And deepening shades seclude the noon-day beam, Sequestered from the world, I fish and think — < A conscience clear from self will never shrink. Imagination now expands her wing, To nobler heights the teeming fancy soars : Unchain'd, unfettered, at th' approach of spring, She once again her latent themes explores. 32 THE ANGLER. Here as along the river's bank I rove, I sing the sweets, or fly the pangs of love ; Hail the pure stream, in whose transparent wave, In Summer's heats I've us'd my limbs to lave; No torreHts foul obscure its limpid source — No stubborn rocks impede its dimpling course ; That softly rolls and w^arbles o'er its bed, With variegated, polish'd, pebbles spread ; While lightly pois'd, the glitt'ring, scaly brood In myriads frisk, and cleave its crystal flood ; The springing Trout in all its speckled pride, — The darting Salmon, monarch of the tide, — The ruthless tyrant Pike, intent on war. The silver Eel, and curious mottled Par ;(?) And as T look to Nature's Lord I sing. Who forms such beauties, and who forms the spring;— Who wakes the earth with gentle fost'ring show'rs, And strews her lap with beauteous, blooming flow'rs (0 The Par is a small fish, not unlike the Smelt, which it rivals in delicacy aud flavor. THE ANGLER. 33 Around I see his all-creative Hand, Extending through the water — through the land. HaiJ, Power Supreme ! Great Cause of Causes hail ! Whose vital power cheers the vernal gale. From scenes below my Muse ascending moves, And higher strains and loftier lays approves ; — With zeal impelPd, would plume her feeble wing — But how can mortal muse due honours bring ? c3 CANTO III. Angling for Trout. — Fickleness of the Seasons in Britain. — Season for Trout Fishing. — Rules for the Art of Artificial Fly Fishing. — A living Loach good Bait for Trout. — Rules for Bream, Cheven, Barbel and Tench Fishing. — Boyish Sports. — Learning to Swim and Angle. — Groping for Trout. — How performed. — Nature's Kindness and Bounty. — Approach of Night. CANTO III. The seasons, surely, in these northern climes. Laugh at their image drawn by ancient rhymes ; For Spring oft shivers in the British isle, But warms, in British song, with Baiae^'s smile. E'en now the hawthorn, on the birth of May, Withholds her blossom, nor believes the day. And much I doubt if the yet chilling breeze, Crisping the lake, its spotted nation please 5 38 THE ANGLER. Thin, o*er the wave, the quiv'ring insects skim, And faintly dip their pinions in its brim. Winter its power has not yet resignM ; And yet, I fear, the weather is unkind. But there, an answer to that doubt receive — A gallant Trout I — behold it, and believe. The Trout, of delicate complexion, creeps, Sickly, deform'd, and squalid in the deeps ; Lean and unwholesome, while descending snows Thicken the floods, and scourging Boreas blows : But when the vernal energy prevails O'er Winter's gelid breath — when western gales Curl the pure shallows, and his strength restore, His scales he brightens on the pebbly shore ; His colours rise, and, in the rapid maze. Gay as the Spring, the lively wanton plays. Ye, Naiads, listen to the Fisher's strain, While thus I hymn the glories of your reign ; THE ANGLER. 39 Nor let me, wand'ring on the mossy shore, Behold your wat'ry pleasures, and deplore That, partial, you to other hooks resign The speckled triumphs you refuse to mine ! What ails this mimic fly ? It springs no game — 'Tis not in season — there must lie the blame ; Quick, change it, and diversify the while. Though one bait fail, another may beguile. It takes! and, lo, a captive ! bid your Wye, (a) Latkin, or Dove, (b) with this vermilion vie. (a) Wye is a small stream in Derbyshire. (b) Latkin, or Dove.— -The former is also a small stream in Derbyshire, of special note for the transparency of its ■water, and plenty of Grayling-. The Dove divides the two counties of Stafford and Derby, and runs into the Trent, two miles below Buxton. It is also famous for the clear- ness of its stream, and the excellence of its Trout and Grayling-. 40 THE .ANGLER. Those, who, like Walton fam'd, can wheel the line, Or glory, Cotton, in a hand like thine, To lightly on the dimpling eddy fling The hypocritic fly's unruffled wing, Will find enameird' spoil their conquest grace, While Hampshire meads with w^ary foot they trace. Peace on the dead ! Some living hands I know, No shame to Anglers, not unskill'd to throw ; Who in their grindles fish w^ith much delight, — Whom love of Trout, and bacon-chine excite. Where'er you ply, your labour will be vain. If you the rules(<7) of art do not attain : (c)The best Rules for Artificial Fly-fishinij are— 1. To fish in a river somewhat disturbed with rain 3 or in a cloudy da^', when the waters are moved by a gentle breeze : the south wind is best ; and if the w ind blow high, yet not so but that you may conveniently guard your tackle, the fish will rise in plain deeps 3 but if there be little wind, the best THE ANGLER. 41 What fish your stream affords, the weather's state, The water, muddy, clear ; the proper bait ; The wind and other things you must consult, All needful to a fortunate result. For diff 'rent waters diff'rent species yield, TheAnHer's art commands the widest field: angling is in swift streams. — 2. Keep as far from the water- side as may be ; fish down the stream with the sun at your back, and touch not the water with your line. — 3. Ever angle in clear rivers, with a small fly and slender wings ; but in muddy places use a larger. — 4. When, after rain, the water becomes brownish, use an orange fly j in a clear day, a light coloured fly 5 a dark fly for dark waters, &c. — 5. Let the line be twice as long as the rod, unless the I'iver be encumbered with trees. — 6, For every sort of fly, have several of the same, different in colour, to suit with the different complexions of several waters and weathers. — 7. Have a nimble eye, an active hand, to strike presently with the rising of the fish, or else he will be apt to throw out the hook. — 8. Let the fly fall first into the water, and not the line, which will scare the fish. — 9. In slow rivers, or still places, cast the fly across the river, and let it sink a little in the water, and draw it gently back with the current. 42 THE ANGLER. Descend the lime-stone precipice, and rove Along the banks of silver-footed Dove ; Her head-long current, amid Alpine hills, Wash'd by the chrystal of unnumber'd rills, Clear as the spotless mirror feasts our eyes With pendant mountains, and the hanging skies. In the clean bosom of the glassy wave Trout(g?) of the richest stains their beauties lave ; While the sviift Grayling, (e) back'd with azure green, Glides, like a shadow, through the lucid green, {(f) The Trout varies its colours in dilFereut waters and seasons. They ditfer also in size, some having- been known to weigh four pounds, but the usual size is half a pound. They are most voracious fish, and afford plenty of sport to the Ang^ler. The passion for the sport of Angling- is so great in the neighbourhood of Loudon, that the liberty of fishing in some of the streams in the adjacent counties is purchased at the rate of ten pounds a year. (e) The Grayling seldom grows beyond eighteen inches. It is in high esteem, rarely found but in the Derbyshire streams, and in Devonshire ; and is in its perfection iu the middle of winter. THE ANGLER. 43 But if with heads and heels less sure than mine, Ye wish with less fatigue to fish and dine, The Lea (/) presents a universal stream, Boasts no inglorious Trout, but scorns the Bream ;(§•) {f) The Lea rises in Bedfordshire, takes its course by Hertford, Ware, Waltham, and Bow, parting IMiddlesex from Essex, and falls into the Thames at Blackwall. {g) The Bream. — Procure about a quart of large red worms 5 put them into fresh moss well washed and dried, every three or four days, feeding- them with fat mould and chopped fennel, and they will be thoroughly scoured in about three weeks. Let your lines be silk and hair, but all silk is best j let the floats be either swan-quills or goose-quills. Let your plumb be a piece of lead in the shape of a pear, with a small ring at the point of it : fasten it to the line, and the line hook to the lead ; about ten or twelve inches space be- tween lead and hook will be enough j and take care the lead be heavy enough to sink the float. Having baited the hook well with a strong worm, the worm will draw the hook up and down in the bottom, which will provoke the Bream to bite the more eagerly. Find the exact depth of the wa- ter, if possible, that the float may swim on its surface di- rectly over the lead j then provide the following ground bait. Take about a peck of sweet gross-ground malt 5 and 44 THE i\NGLER. Huge Cheven(A) here, and sturdy Barbel (?") feel Th' uneonquer'd temper of my bearded steel. having boiled it a very little, strain it hard through a bag, and throw the malt into the water by handfuls squeezed hard together, that the stream may not separate it before it reaches the bottom; and throw it in at least a yard above the place where you intend the hook shall lie, or the stream will carry it down too far. Do this about nine o'clock at night, keeping some of the malt in the bag, and go to the place about three the next morning ; but approach warily, lest you be seen by the fish, for it is certain that they have sentinels watching on the top of the waters, while the rest are feeding below. Cast your hook in so that it may sink in the midst of the ground bait ; let your rod rest on the bank, with some stones to keep it down ; and then withdraw so as to have your eye upon the float j when you see it carried away do not be too hasty to rim in, but give time to the fish to tire himself and then touch him gently. When the float sinks, creep to the water-side, and give it as much line as you can. If it is a Bream or Carp, he will run to the other side J strike him gently, and hold your rod at a bend a little while ; but do not pull, or you will spoil all ; you must tire them before they can be lauded, for they are very shy. If there be any Carp in the river, it is likely you will take them J but if there are any Pike or Perch, they will be sure to visit the ground-bait, though they will not touch it, THE ANGLER- 46 TheTENCH(/:) are strangers ; and the Grayling's kind, AH else rich pasture in these waters find. being drawn thither by the great resort of small fish j and, until you remove them, it is vain to think of taking Carp or Bream. In this case, bait one of your hooks with a small Bleak, Roach, or Gudgeon, about two feet deep from your float, with a little red worm at the point of your hook, and if a Pike be there, he will be sure to snap at it. This sport is good till nine o'clock in the morning 5 and, in a gloomy day, till night ; but do not frequent the place too much, lest the fish grow shy. (h) Cheveu. — In angling for Cheven, Roach, or Dace, move not your natural fly swiftly, when you see the fish make at it ; but rather let it glide freely towards him with the stream : but if it be in a still and slow water, draw the fly slowly sidewise by him, which will make him eagerly pursue it. (i) Barbel, though a coarse fish, gives considerable exercise to the Angler's ingenuity. They swim together in great shoals, and are at their worst in April, when they spawn, but come soon in season. The places they resort are such as are weedy and gi-avelly, where it roots with its nose like a swine. In summer, he frequents the strongest and swiftest currents of water, and settles among piles, moss, Aveeds, &c. w^hei-e he remains immoveable ; but in Avinter he retires to deep places, He is a very curious, and cunning fish 3 for if his baits be not fregh, clean, well^ 46 THE ANGLER. Oft, in my youthful days, those days of joy ! When e'er a holiday rejoie'd each boy, scoured, and kept in sweet moss, he will not bite ; but if they are, he will bite eagerly. The best bait is the spawn of a Salmon, Trout, or any other fish ; and, if you would have good sport, bait the place with it a night or two before, or with large worms cut in pieces ; and the earlier in the morning, or later in the evening you fish, the better. Your rod and line must be both long and strong, with a running plummet on the line ; and let a little bit of lead be placed a foot or more above the hook, to keep the bullet from fall- ing on it ; so the worm will be at the bottom, where they always bite ; and when the fish takes the bait, your plummet v/ill lie and not choke him. By the bending of your rod, you may know when he bites, as also with your hand, you will feel a strong snatch ; then strike, and you will rarely fail if you play him well ; but if you manage him not dex- terously, he will break your line. Tlie best time for the sport is about nine in the morning ; and the best season is the latter end of May, June, July, and the beginning of August. (h) The Tench is coarse like the Barbel ; but with the addition of rich sauces reckoned delicious in this country. It seldom exceeds four or five pounds weight, though known to reach ten or even twenty. They love still waters, and are rarely found in rivers : they are foolish and easily caught. THE ANGLER. 47 With heart, devoid of ev*ry earthly care, Through Devon's vales, I'd to the Exe (/) repair : There first I, fearful, tried the treach'rous wave. In summer's heat content my limbs to lave ; In mirthful mood dash'd o'er each playful mate The show'r which he return'd ; whilst both elate With hope of victory, the contest held, Till one, thro' loss of breath, gave up the field. By use grown bold, and by example more, I deeper wade, then plunge toward the shore ; I splash, and struggle hard, and float and sink, Half suffocated ere I reach the brink. This oft repeated, and more buoyant grown. Proud as a monarch seated on his throne, I sail around, triumphant, and as vain As conqu'ror of a new subdu'd domain. (I) The Exe, a river of Devonshire, rising in Exmoor, running nearly north and south, and falling into the sea at Exmouth, a most delightful watering-place. 48 THE ANGLER. Ne'er will my heart forget the honest pride, Which fiird it, when I thus the deep could ride. Thus man advent'rous on the stream of life, Timid at first — afraid of jars and strife, Kicks — struggles — plunges — still more daring grows, And reaps experience e'en from fortune's blows ; Till rising gradually 'bove frowns of fate. He sails life's course towards a future state. In this fine stream, my yet unpractis'd hand First learn'd to wield the rod, and, at command, To throw the line, well arm'd with treach'rous fly, And deal destruction to the finny fry. Nor standing deeps, nor (m) Stick le's rapid wave, Could from my art the wary victim save ; (m) Stickles. — So in Devonshire they term the rapid course of the water on a shallow bed of pebbles, or brokeji ground, in a descent of the river. THE ANGLER. 49 Sometimes the speckled Trout, the Grayling fair, I led in triumph with my well wove hair : Till, wearied out, and turning on its side. It yielded, and was dragged from native tide. Nor this alone the mode the Trout to gain, As woman ticklish, and as woman vain ! Oft, in the deeps, beneath the roots it feeds. In currents too, it lurks beneath the weeds ; 'Midst piles and stakes^ in fancied safety lies, Or faint wath heat, or satiate with flies : Here groping, (n) if you feel him with your hand. Tickling he loves, just like the female band : (n) The mode of Groping for Trout, is curious, and is performed as follows: You feel, in deeps, under the roots of trees, or the piles and stakes of weirs and banks ; in currents, under the weeds. If you feel him, tickle him gently with the tips of the fingers of the right hand till you bring it just behind the gills. The fish appears to stifi'en, and floats like a log. Then apply your left hand towards the tail, tickling in like manner, till you grasp the fish firmly with both hands, and all his struggles to get free 50 THE ANGLER. 'Till, firmly grasp'd (his struggles all in vain !) You bear or fling him, gasping to the plain. The Dace,(o) unvYorthy of the Angler's pains, We oft intoxicate with pois'nous grains ; It flies the deep, and on the surface wheels, Till the approaching hand of death it feels. " Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, " All but the page prescribed, their present state : " From brutes what men, from men what spirits know : " Or who could suffer being here below ? " The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, " Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? ^vill be in vain. You then bring him to land j or, if you be near enoug-h, fling' him on shore. (o) The mode of intoxicating Dace is as follows : pound Juniper berries and coculus ludicus : knead them up with paste, and over night throw the composition into any places they frequent, and which may be baited also with brewer's grains. Early in the morning, the fish will be seen swim- ming in circles on the surface, where they may be easily taken by the hand. Other fish either will not take the com- position, or are not aifected by it 3 so that there is no dan- ger of destroying them. THE ANGLER. 61 " Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flowVy food, " And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood. " O blindness to the future ! kindly giv'n, " That each may fill the circle mark'd by Heav'n." How bounteous is the charter of our meat ! Which loud proclaims — " Rise, mortal, kill and eat, " Of evVy wing, the savage and the tame. •* Of every beast of salutary name ; " Of ev'ry finny tribe, in fresh or brine, " Which health will licence — mortal, all is thine.'' The Pow'r who formed the palate with degrees Of quick discernment, each degree to please. In varying food a varying gust has placM, The Pike's dry flesh, and Grayling's flav'rous taste, For tho' he yields no fame ; too easy prey He turns his side of gold bespangled grey ; Game for young talents unabash'd he'll dare, Baulk'd e'er so oft, the disappointing snare ; D 2 62 THE ANGLER. Simple and bold, like blockheads of the pen. Who write, are hiss'd, and stare, and write again. In the cold month, whose holy feast presides O'er Time's great aeras, and his annals guides, With you, ye northern Anglers, let me ply Latkin, pellucid brook, or Buxton's Wye : With yours my false wing's witch'ry shall excite The Gr^^yling's hunger in his season's height : For then a deeper sable veils his head, A deeper sable o'er -his back is spread : His sound, firm, flesh before the knife will Hake, And rival honors with the Trout partake. Too long I run on in this idle style. Up and alert, diversify the while ; Suspend a living LoACH,(p) now ground the wand. Trust it to fish, at distance take your stand : (p) The Loach is a small fish, with the eyes in the upper part of the head. There are five species ; three of which THE ANGLER. 63 Perish that Moor-hen ! her unlucky flight Turn'd a large Trout just springing to the bite. Ne'er mind — the plot succeeds — at length I've won As fine a Trout as glitter'd in the sun. Thus ever-varying sport attends our toils, And conquest spreads the face with pleasant smiles, 'Till down the steep of Heav'n the wheels of Day To western waves precipitate the ray. The glorious setting sun displays a scene, Not glaring, but delightfully serene ; The moon begins to give its lambent light — The vacillating stars their twinkling^ bright. The soul, in contemplation, pleasure finds, From that which strikes with horror guilty minds ; From yon old tree, by ivy clasp'd, a drear And dismal note assails the list'ning ear! are found in Europe. They keep at the bottom and under the stones ; and on that account are called in some places, the groundlings. They are easily caught, even by hand. 54 THE ANGLER. The owl prepares to take its gloomy flight. Rejoicing that the day gives place to night : But as these screams unpleasant die away. How sweetly Philomela tunes her lay ! Her plaintive notes re-echo through the grove — She calls her mate, and chaunts her tale of love. How difTrent from the boding bird's shrill throaty The varying warbler tunes her melting note ! In these umbrageous scenes the pensive Muse Soars 'bove the world to more than mortal views* Longer I'd roam, but dews now rise apace — See ! o'er the lawn my footsteps leave a trace. How weak man's reason — his resolves how weak ! He gives advice, which he's the first to break ; Reader, I caution'd thee t' avoid the dew — Shun thou the pattern, but th' advice pursue. Before the sun, declining to make way For night's approach, has ting'd the western ray. THE ANGLER. 55 And skirted round each vapour's edge with gold, The beasts, thro' instinct, seek the shelt'ring fold : Nor scorn th' example — seek the snug fire-side, The cheerful meal, the ale's enliv'ning tide, In both let moderation be your guide : Then raise your thoughts to Heaven, ere you rest — To all earth's joys Religion adds a zest. CANTO IV. SALMON FISHING. Time, middle of May. — Spring Scenery .—Love ; a warning against illicit. — Fly-fishing for Salmon-peal. — Angling for Salmon with the Ledger-hait. — Directions for the prac- tical Angler. — Every part of England abounding in Rivers fit for Angler's Sports. — Descriptions of some of the most famous. — Know when you have enough, and be grateful to the Giver of all Things. D5 CANTO IV SALMON FISHING.(a) Hail, welcome Spring I much lov'd, auspicious guest! Whose blooming presence fires my grateful breast. (a) The Salmon is also too well known to need a particular description. One has been known to weigh upwards of seventy pounds weight. They leave the fresh waters and retire into the sea at the approach of winter, and return 60 THE ANGLER. Ambrosial dews and soft descending shovvVs, Refresh the earth, and rouse the new-born fiow'rs ; The grazing herds through verdant pastures range. Delighted at the renovating change ; Inspired by influence of Nature's reign. They range the wood, or wanton o'er the plain: a^ain about the beginning of April ; but some rivers, con- trary to all others, as the Usk and Wye, in Monmouthshire, and the Exe in Devonshire, have them in season all the six winter months. The best are found in the Thames, Tamar and Exe, but they are in no great abundance, as they prefer the cold northern rivers: they are, therefore, larger and much more numerous in the Tweed and Tyne. Their haunts are the clearest wa- ters, nearest the spring-heads in summer, the deepest parts of a rapid stream, in the middle, and near the ground ; on pebble, chalk, or gravelly bottoms. Salmon-peal are found in the rivers of Devon, Dorset and Yorkshire. They do not exceed sixteen inches. Tlieselast chuse deep holes near the brooks, or under the i-oot of a tree. Salmon do not g-et fat till they have been some time in the rivers, and the nearer the spring-head the better. The best season to commence angling is about the middle of Mav. THE ANGLER. 61 The bleating sheep on sunny hillocks lie, Or seek the brakes t' escape the teasing fly. Herds low their passion; flocks bleat out their loves, Contentment reigns throughout the fields and groves. A blooming verdure richly clothes each spray, And birds with songs salute each new-born day ; The thrush, the linnet, and lark mounting high, In emulation with each other vie : At intervals the cuckoo joins the song. Although the strangers visit be not long. Th' industrious bee, to liberty restored. Extracts the juice which liquid blooms aflbrd ; Amalgamates the whole, — a compound sweet ! Then flies, impatient, to its straw-retreat. Each morning gives the blushing roses birth, And crowns with beauties the new-teeming earth ; On rudest spots most beauteous flowers grow, And e'en on hedges most luxuriant blow ; To taste each sweet, or to enjoy the sun, From flow'r to flow'r yon butterfly see run ; 62 THE ANGLER. By nature so bedeck'd in ev'ry part, Blush, human artist, blush, nor boast your art! The hills with pride unfold their leafy tops, And wanton zephyrs fan the fragrant crops. Now swains of love the language soft employ. And rustic nymphs affect not to be coy ; The glowing lip yields no reluctant kiss. But kind indulgence crowns the lover's bliss. For this soft season does each passion move. And, inward working, tunes the heart to love. The am'rous pair through lawns and w^oodlands stray, To gather flow'rs, and taste the sweets of May ; Linked arm in arm, enamour'd stroll along, While birds in unison, chaunt their love-song. The ardent youth, his ready love to show, Searches each bank where purple violets grovv^ ; And robs gay Flora of her blooming store. To add new sweets to what was sweet before. Thus blessM like Eden's happy pair, they rove. And think the world was made for them and love. THE ANGLER. 63 But of this dang'rous season, oh ! beware, Ye female sex, more weak as ye 're more fair ; Disdain th' insidious tale that would betray To lawless love, and leave to grief a prey : And curst be he, who would advantage take Of your credulity, and then forsake ! But blest, for ever blest, the happy pair, Who, 'till their hands are join'd, their loves for- bear .' Now to OUR sport! No country upon earth To rivers more for Anglers' sports give birth ; The Thames with royal Tiber may compare For palaces and mansions, stately — fair ; For picturesqueness Severn's shore is prais'd ; By Shakspeare's birth is Avon's fame uprais'd ; Trent's crystal stream for fish is far renown'd. And Tamar with o'er-hanging woods embrown'd ; Chester, old Chester, vaunts her holy Dee, The Peak her Dove, translucid as the sea ; 64 THE ANGLER. York many wonders of her OusE can tell, Essex will say her Lea does all excel ; Our northern counties boast the Tweed's fair flood, And Tyne for Salmon fam'd in swarms, and good; Devon her Tamar, Otter, Exe may boast, Which breed of various fish a countless host ; Bristol her Severn, second scarce to none, And Kent her Med way with great pride may own ; So that where'er the Angler's fate be cast. He need but fish to feast, and never fast. Except on Essex, Sussex, Suffolk coasts, There's scarcely one, but what of Salmon boasts. Now, with the sun's invigorating rays, The Salmons, renovate, desert the seas ; And, oh! of Providence the wondrous ways ! Flock to those streams ^vhich nurs^d(h)t\\iim first to Ui\\ As if with gratitude their hearts were rife. (6) This most curious circumstance has been partiulhj, if not generally ascertained, by lying a ribbon, tape, or THE ANGLER. 65 Emaciate they leave the boundless main, And seek their native shores new strength to gain ; Prompted by instinct — substitute of Heav'n For reason, which to Man alone is giv'n. Almighty Power ! all-productive mind ! On all thy works thus stamp'd Thyself we find ; How diflTrent all — how difF'rently endued, Not one alike, and yet alike all good ; How perfect Thou, who, by one act divine, Conceiv'd and executed the design ; Nor does the earth alone thy gifts enjoy ; Confin'd to none, the whole thy care employ ; The countless nations, in the deep below. Thy pow*r, wisdom, and thy goodness show : thread on the tails of young- salmon which have been taken in weirs or mill-tails as they were migrating towards the sea , throwing them back into the river, and retaking part of them again with the known mark, on their return from the sea, which is usually about six months after. 66 THE ANGLER. To all thou open'st thine exhaustless store, Till all are satisfied, and need no more. The Salmon's praises to my verse belong — King of the streams, and glory of our song; He claims the rivers, and he claims the seas. Those for his summer joys — his winter these. Now, in the storm, he stems the mountain-waves, And now the thund'ring cataract he braves, Tivy or Wear ; when remeant from the deep, Renew'd in vigour, he essays to leap ; Then, springing with a bound, surmounts the height. Dashes the foam, and glories in the feat ; Or, if he fail at first, the leap renews, 'Till full success crowns his aspiring views. Strong Salmon tribes ! Ye know my stronger hand — Ye know subjection to the hair's command : THE ANGLER. 67 Whether inLoNE(c) your merry wakes ye hold, Or Deva,(c?) haunt of wizard druids old. O, waft me back, kind Fortune, to the side Of the swift TE£s(e) — ungovernable tide ! And TwEED,(/) begot on Caledonian hills. Whose far-famM waves the Salmon nation fills. (c) The Lone or Lune issues out of Luue Fox-est in Westmoreland, runs by Lancaster, and falls into the sea about a mile below Middleton. (d) Deva or Dee is a Cheshire river, though rising in Wales. By its course it parts Cheshire from Flintshire. It falls into the Irish Sea below West Chester. Milton, in his Lycidas, called this river Deva's wizard stream, on account of its neighbourhood to the Isle of Anglesea, the principal seat of the Druids. (e) Tees is the northern boundary of Yorkshire. It rises in Teesdale Forest, near the confines of Durham, Cumber- land, and Westmoreland. It is so rapid a stream, that no other fish but salmon can live in it. (/) The Tweed rises in Tweedale, in Scotland, parts Scotland from Northumberland, and falls into the sea at Tweedmouth near Berwick. 68 THE ANGLER. Or beckon, Naiads, to the southern vales, Where his long liquid train the Severn(^) trails ; And where the might of more majestic Thames, O'er finny nations, of unnumbered names, Rolls his broad wave, and boasts, within his bound, High flavoured Salmon through the world re- nown'd. Propitious wind ! It blows (A) against the stream — I hope for sport : may hope not prove a dream ! {(f) The Severn is the second river in England. It rises near Plinlimmon-hill in Montgomeryshire, runs fifty miles in that county, and receives above thirty rivers into its channel from the mountains of Wales, before it enters into Shropshire. It falls into the Severn Sea, or Bristol Chan- nel, along with the Avon. Qi) The Salmon bites from the middle of April to the end of August, about nine in the morning and three in the after- noon, in a sunshiny day, that is rough and windy, especi- ally if it blows against the stream. THE ANGLER. 69 In yon deep current may a Salmon lurk — Tackle (i) hold strong, and Fly {k) do well thy work I (i) The Tackle should be at least five times as stout as that for a Trout. (k) Fly. — ^The Salmon will not often bite at a fly, nor at a minnow, but likes a worm, and in general takes all that a Trout does. He loves a large bait, especially a large lob- worm, or two, exceedingly well scoured in moss, sixteen, twenty days, or longer, and rubbed over with oil of spike, or ivy berries, assafcetida, or turpentine, just before using. Of flies the natural ones succeed best, two or three on a hook. The artificial ones must be large and of the most flaring, gaudy colours ; the bodies made with gold and sil- ver threads, and with four, or better with six wings, stand- ing one before the other, and both these and the tails must be long. A raw cockle or muscle taken out of the shell, or a prawn are recommended. The way to angle with these last is to drop your line with no shot on it, in a shallow, by the edge of any deep hole, and let the stream carry it in. They are very nice and whimsical in changing their baits. For Salmon-peal the best bait is a well scoured brand- ling bred in tanner's bark 3 but they will rise at any Trout fly. 70 THE ANGLER. A Salmon may my supper-table grace — Yonder a huge one leaps — mark well the place. My fly-rod will not reach — what need I care ? E'en let it rest — a (Z) Ledger-bait prepare. Now trust it to the deep — the rod resume — Success from one or t'other I'll presume. Ha ! well done, fly ! a leap ! a Salmon-peal ! Strike smart! he's hook'd! now gently w^ith him deaf. Give him more length of line — ply well the reel ; Now wind it in — he struggles still I feel — Alternately thus play him, till he tire, Nor fear your hook, if 'tis well arm'd with wire : (J) Ledger-bait. — If a Salmon leap out of the water, be sure there is a deep hole. If you cannot reach it with your fly-rod, use the Ledger as near as you can to the hole, and a larg^e cork float. Bait with a live minnow, loach, gudgeon, or dace at midwater 5 and some prefer that depth, or a little lower, with a worm 5 though it is common to fish that way close to the ground, either with a float or running- line. You may also trowl for him. Your hook must be large, and armed with wire, or whipped on to two hog's brisi les. THE ANGLER. 71 Again 1 feel him, and his strength near spent, To gentle force he yields constraint consent ; And now resistance vain, he nears the shore — Now quits that element he'll skim no more : Full fourteen inches is his measur'd size, For any Epicure a dainty prize. More luck ! the cork, indicative, betrays Some bulky fish the ledger-bait does seize ; Now timely strike — was ever such a cast "? A feast for twenty if I hold him fast : Salmon or Pike, but hold fast hook and line. To-morrow he shall a few choice friends dine : But from the fable let me, wisdom taught, Not sell the skin before the bear is caught. A monster 'tis, and if he do his best. My art and tackle will be put to test. Now giving play — now using gentle force, I sometimes follow his, and he my course ; 72 THE ANGLER. At times stand still ;— or he or I make play, Uncertain whether his or mine the day ; But, each succeeding trial, glad I find His spirit tam'd ; or else his strength declined. Two hours thus are passM in deep suspense, He keeps the pool, nor may I draw him thence. As he grows weak, more daring gets my hand. Cautious, though bold, I pull towards the land ; Elate with hope I see his scaly side, A full grown Salmon, and the river's pride. -But, ah ! he bursts away, and hope's delayM ; — Again my utmost skill must be display'd. Repeated trials foilM, he yields at length, And in the landing-net spends his last strength ; Beauteous his spots, as now on land he lies. Which growing fainter, vanish as he dies. THE ANGLER. 73 And now, of sport sufficient for the day. For use, not waste, Man is allowM to slay ; v Nor will I, like the miser, wish for more, Having already a superfluous store : But tir'd of luck, and wearied out with toil, Trudge toward home deep-laden with my spoil; And heart no less with gratitude replete, To Him. Avho o-avo the charter — *'* kill and eat," CANTO V. ANGLING FOR PEARCH. Time, First of June. — Rural Employments and Scenery.— Rustic Happiness. — Rules for angling- for Pearch. — North Wind unfavourable to it. — Cruelty of Laws relating to Fisheries. — South Wind favourable. — Sporting Anecdote. — Moral Reflections and Precepts dra-wn from Angling. — Approach of Night. — Ignis Fafuus. E 2 CANTO y. ANGLING FOR PEARCH. What pleasure now to wander through the mead, O'er dewy, fragrant-scented fields to tread ; In the calm coolness while the morning spreads Her mild effulgence through the trembling shades : When in the soft ambrosial breath of dawn, The goddess Health floats o'er th' empurpled lawn. 78 THE ANGLER. Aurora, blushing, opes the gate of day, Before her, lo ! the misty clouds give way ; With dazzling splendor Phoebus' beams arise, And rays diffusive gild the eastern skies. To hail the morn a thousand warblers wake, — As nature dictates joy, their concerts make ; The woods, the groves, with harmony rebound, And swell the tuneful choruses around. The earthy-tenant lark now leaves her nest — Flits through the air — expands her dewy breast ; And soaring upwards thrills melodious lays To Heav'n ; and cheerful sings her Maker's praise. The ruddy milk-maid early tends her charge — Sings as she goes ; — the cattle graze at large. Freed from the close, and careless driv'n along By Hodge, who chaunts aloud his love-sick song. Defying danger, 'midst the leafy grove, To seek the new built nests the youngsters rove ; Rushing through briars, and th' obstructing thorn. And string the eggs their cottage to adorn. THE ANGLER. 79 The aged matrons with an eager care, TottVing with baskets, to the fields repair : Leaving their elbow-chairs, and chimney seats. To cull the health-dispensing simple's sweets. Now bloom the gardens in their rich array! Darting through air unnumber'd insects play ; Re-animated by the sun-beam's force, They skim the wave, or upwards dart their course. But, lo ! before my eyes what prospects sail ! The variegated beauties of the vale ! Slow through the mist, and gilt by the sun's beams. The various lesser currents mix their streams ; And, confluent, to a copious river swell, Rolling majestic through the fatten'd dell, Rejoicing in the plenty it bestows, And which its banks luxuriantly disclose : Fields, with thick interwoven herbage crown'd, Regale the herds, that crop and frisk and bound. 80 THE ANGLER. The glowing stallion snuffs the air and snorts, Inviting distant mare to join his sports ; Here roving wild, unconscious of the rein, He revels boundless o'er the wide champain ; Imbibes the silver stream, with heat opprest, To cool the fervour of his panting breast. Whilst the love-madden'd bull, with bellowing strains, Pursues some fav'rite cow to ease his pains: Impeird by Nature's power, all comply With the command—" increase and multiply." Those peasants, whom in yonder vale I see, Who cut a craggy rock, or lop a tree ; Who turn the course of streams ; who with a spade The entrails of the fertile earth invade. Nor care nor discontent do ever know — Far happier theirs than any state below ! Strength, health, sound sleep, the mind's serene repose To poverty and toil the lab'rer owes. THE ANGLER, 81 Happy the man o'er whom content presides — Who follows nature wheresoever she guides ; Who limits all his wishes to his means, And what he has enjoys, and ne'er complains ! What though, when hous'd the team and penn'd the fold, Homeward he hastens, shiv'ring, wet and cold ? Yet oh ! w^hat joy, all other joys excelling. He feels when he beholds his humble dwelling ! When he beholds the wood-fire's cheerful rays Bright'ning each happy face on which it plays ! When round him flock his dame and urchin race. And his heart glows within at their embrace I Far, far more happy he than any king ! He tastes life's pleasures, never feels its sting. What means it that our toil's so ill re- paid? Nor will the sun befriend us, nor the shade ; F 6 S2 THE ANGLER. The open waters, and the covert yield No game ; where sleep the sluggard Pearch («) conceard. (a) The Pearch affords good sport for the Angler. The best time for their biting- is when the spring is over, and before the heats of summer come on. At this time they are very greedy, and the Angler, with good management, may take at one standing all that are in the hole. The proper baits are, a minnow, or young frog ; but the worm called the brandling, well scoured, is excellent at all times of the year. When the Pearch bites, he should always have a long time allowed hira to swallow the bait. The Pearch will bite all day long, if the weather be cloudy j but the best time is from eight to ten in the morning-, and from three to six in the afternoon. He is very abstemious in Avinter, and will seldom bite in this season of the year : if he does at all, it is in the middle of the day ; at which time, indeed, all fish bite best at that season. If the bait be a minnow, which affords most diversion to the Angler, it must be fastened to the hook alive, by putting the hook through the upper lip or back fin ; it must be kept at about mid-water, and the float must be a quill and a cork, that the minnow alone may not be able to sink it. The line must be of silk and strong ; and the hook armed with a small and fine wire, that if a Pike should seize the bait, as is not imiVequoutly the case, THE ANGLER. 83 That pool was fruitful, and this willows' shore Ne'er fail'd its promise to my line before. Perchance, in council met, the Pearch debate On high affairs — what weather fits the state : Some oracle of med'cine gives his voice — •' Pearch, the north blows, warm shelter be your choice ; he may be taken. The way to carry the minnows or small g'udg-eons alive for bait is this : a tin pot is to be provided, with holes in the lid, and filled with water ; and the fish being- put in this, the water is to be changed once in a quar- ter of an hour by the holes, without taking off the lid at any time, except when the bait is to be taken out. — A small casting-net, made for these little fish, should be taken out with the Pearch tackle ; and one or two casts of this will take baits enough for the day without any further trouble. When the bait is a frog, the hook is to be fastened to the upper part of the leg. The best place for fishing is in the turn of the water near some gravelly scour. A place of this kind being pitched upon, it should be baited over night with lob- worms chopped to pieces ; and in the morning the depth is to be regularly plumbed, and the hook being baited, as it drags along, the Pearch will soon seize it. 84 THE ANGLER. " Though summer treads upon the spring beware, " Your fasts be frequent, and your diet spare," Let winners laugh, but, in my humble tliought. The river is absolvM, our art in fault. His fav'rite point whoever means to hit. Must fain occasion to his wishes fit. When the sly miller to increase his toll. Mows the stiffweeds,o'er which the choak'd streams roll. The green sedge, by the current borne away. Thick and more thick, within a W'inding bay Rests arbour'd ; and beneath the covert warm. The prickly fins disport — a num'rous swarm; With tackle strong, there perforate away. And satiate your rejoicing house with prey. This season pleases not, nor likes mine eye The surly owner of the stream so nigh. On yonder hill his haughty mansion sec, And here the sordid thatch of poverty ; THE ANGLER. 85 Where liv'd — contented liv'd — a simple swain, Who trimm'd the hedge-row, and who turn'd the plain. Sometimes, by hunger prompted, he would creep Down to the waters in the hour of sleep ; The booty by laborious watching gain'd, His needy household for a day sustain'd. Stern Harpex heard, the trembling wretch he seiz'd, Touch'd with no pity, by no suit appeas'd. The pregnant wife her hands distracted wrung, Six weeping babes around the father clung — In vain : — the felon(6) to the camp was doom'd. And nakedness and want his race consumed. (b) Would that this were a tale of fiction, or a solitary case ! — Abstract of the act, for the more effectual preserva- tion of fish in fish-ponds, &c. — It is enacted, " that from and after the 1st day of June, 1765, any person or persons indicted within six months, of stealing-, taking, killing or destroying any fish out of any river, stream, pond, pool, 86 THE ANGLER. Such monsters will be judg'd by righteous Heav'n — ** Much is requir' d from him, to whom much giv\i.^^ Ha I the wind veers to south ! auspicious sign ! Now watch the dancing cork, and jerking line. — Down, down it dives ; heroic was the bite, He struggles strong — he flounces now in sight ; On Tkrra Firma now he bangs his tail, Welcome thou dusky coat of yellow mail, And mountain back, arm'd w^ith a bristly spine ! Twelve inches scarce thy measurM length define. What's that? — a spawnling worth no better style — O, had you seen in Ely's meery isle, moat, stew, or any other water, by any ways, means or de- vice whatsoever, without the consent of the owner or owners thereof, or shall be aiding- or assisting therein, or knowing-ly receiving or buying: "^uch fish, shall be transported for seven years." By this act, no person can angle, or even receive, pr buy the fish without incurring the penalty of it. THE ANGLER. 87 His bulky brother, which a Cyclops strook With hempen cable and rough hammer' d hook ! Long tugg'd the brawny blacksmith at the game, At last incumbered with huge load it came, Half buried in a Pike's(c) enormous maw. Its finny spears fast wedg'd into his jaw ; Almost eight(c?) pounds, if Justice self had hung Her balance forth, that giant Pearch had swung. Again, and yet again! the soften'd gale Bids my glad cork on happy voyage sail. Now fleecy clouds, and gently warming beams. Alternate, overshade and gild the streams. (c) It is a common notion, that the Pike will not attack this fish, on account of the spiny fins which the Pearch erects on its approach ; but it is well known, that there is no better bait for Pike than a Pearch. (d) This story will not seem so very surprising, when it is considered that Mr. Pennant mentions a Pearch to have weighed nine pounds 3 but this he allows to be very un- t'ommon. 88 THE ANGLER. Rest there, my pipe ; tobacco charms no more, My net grows ponderous with its scaly store. Pearch, like the Tartar clans, in troops remove, And urg'd by famine, or by pleasure, rove : But if one prisoner, as in war, you seize, You'll prosper, master of the camp with ease : For, like the wicked, unalarm'd they view Their fellows perish, and their path pursue. Fish have their various characters, defin'd Not more by form or colour, than by mind ; The wary Trout but few temptations hit, The Pearch an idiot, and the Carp a wit. But now the sun shines forth ! On marsh-born wing, The swarming gnats malignant buz and sting ; Faint are all reptile baits, to gain the end — ril try if Minnows better luck attend. Rapine's vile meals the wide-mouth'd Pearch sustain, And blood of infant fish his jaws distain : THE ANGLER. 89 Justice decrees th' assassin shall atone For blood he spills, by forfeit of his own : Die then, ye murd'rers ! by your crime ensnar'd, When by these hands the deadly bait prepared : Where that brown alder shades the wat'ry way, A dappled Minnow on my hook shall play. Hal what a baulk ! The Minnows are forgot! And disappointment's ever mortal's lot. But stay I its MiMic(e) in deluding dress (Art's manufacture) with as sure success. Thro' yon deep verging whirlpool frisk'd along, Shall to their bane invite the witless throng. We cheat the finny fools, ourselves as blind. Fools, in our turn, are cheated by our kind! Th' empyric cheats us with his pills and lies, The fawner cheats us in a friend's diso-uise : (e) Artificial fish as \»ell as flies, for baits, are prepared and sold in most fishing-tackle shops. yO THE ANGLER. The statesman with a patriot's tongue, the saint Oft cheats us with a villain's face in paint : To heighten the odd farce, ourselves we cheat, And our own passions form the fair deceit. From all we see we may experience reap, E'en solitary Anglers from the deep ; And thus I prove it : — lend a patient ear, And for instruction, gentle caution hear ; Nor let thy breast be fill'd with scornful pride ; If more experienc'd age thy footsteps guide : Believe a father, and believe a friend, On giddy youth a thousand snares attend ; A thousand secret dangers 'scape his eyes. Oft, who shuns Scylla, on Charybdis dies. Avoid excesses — in the golden mean Health shall secure, and keep thy mind serene; With studious care preserve the middle way, Or devious error leads thy feet astray ; THE ANGLER. 91 Too often vice beneath the specious guise Of sacred virtue unsuspected lies ; And sleeping embers nurse a hidden lire, That by degrees will into flames aspire. But seldom pay thy homage at the shrine Of Bacchus, ivy-circled god of wine ; Flee sensual pleasures ; they unman the soul. And poison lurks within Circean bowl : Whene'er gay wanton youths thy threshold tread. Their arts and soft insinuations dread ; Tremble to follow, even in their rear, Bar ev'ry door, and stop the list'ning ear : Too easy candour, and a modest fear. The source of ruin in the end appear. Do thou, undaunted, meet the tempting foe, Brave ev'ry danger, and with courage glow ; Nor let the gilded bait of empty joy. Or dang'rous friends, thy steady mind annoy : These may seduce thy soul from virtue's road — The road that leads to happiness and God ! 92 THE ANGLER. Let useful studies and ingenious art Polish thy morals, and enrich thy heart ; And thy companions (a selected few) Be fond of letters, as they're fond of you. Or, if thy courage will not bear thee out. Fly from the foe thou canst not hope to rout ; Haste to retirement, solitude dread not. The world forgetting, by the world forgot ; Enough employment thou'lt be sure to find. Both for the health of body and of mind ; Thus shall ye, like the wary fish, beware, Whilst heedless ones rush headlong to the snare. Enough of precept — now my pannier's storM, I'll hie me homewards to my humble board; For, lo ! my monitor — the gadding light Swift gliding on the marsh at edge of night ; — From fen to fen, from field to field it roves. The pilgrim straggles where the meteor moves ; THE ANGLER. 93 Some village lamp he deems th' illusive fire, And stumbles in the glebe, or wades through mire. I've still two tedious miles to labour o'er. Ere watchful Susan ope the welcome door. CANTO VI. ANGLING FOR CARP. Time, Day-break iu the beginning of July. — Rural Occupa- tions. — Carp, how to be kept. — And Hints for stocking Ponds with the Roes dried and preserved. — Music, its Charms to dispel Care and lighten Toil. — Poets extinct in the present Age. — ^The Mode and Season of Angling for Carp.— Their Subtilty.— Their Fate, that which Rogues of every Description richly deserve. — Man's Invention over- comes all Obstacles.— Whale-hunting in the North.— On the proper Employment of Tijie and Preparation for Eternity. CANTO VI. ANGLING FOR CARP.(a) Now Summer deeper dyes the various scene, And man delights to wander thro' the green, (a) The Carp is the most valuable of all kinds of fish for stocking ponds. It is quick in growth, and spawns three times a year, so that its increase is great. The female does not breed till eight or nine years of age ; so that in breeding ponds a supply must be kept of that age. In 98 THE ANGLER. (Where sweet content sits smiling in disguise) And trace out Nature's beauties as they rise. stockiug ponds oae male should be allowed to three females. They grow two or three inches in a year ; but when they receive the fattening of a common sewer they have been known to grow from five to eighteen inches in one year. A pond of one acre in extent will feed three hundred Garp of three years, and four hundred of one year, old. They delight in ponds that have marly sides; clay-ponds shel- tered from winds, and bearing weeds and long grass about the edges, on which they feed in the hot months. Carp and Tench thrive very fast in ponds and rivers near the sea, where the water is a little brackish : but they are not so well tasted as the fresh water ones. Grains, blood, chickens' entrails, and the like, thrown into the ponds will help to fatten them, and the growth of grass under water should be by all means encouraged. For this purpose, as the water decreases in summer, the sides of the pond left naked and dry, should be well raked with an iron rake to destroy weeds, and cut up the surface of the earth, and hay- seed should be plentifully sown. By these means there will be a fine and large crop of young grass along the sides of the pond to the water's edge, and when the rains fill up the pond again, this will be all buried under the water, and make a feeding place for the fish, where they will resort early in the morning, and thrive greatly. THE ANGLER. 99 With languid heat the sun pursues his race, His coursers hasting through the circled space ; He beams, prolific, here on all below. And meets stern Leo with his sultry brow ; To seek the nectar of the flow'ry lawns, The peopled hives send out their busy swarms ; It has been known, in regard to the polypus, that it has appeared again in places which hare Iain dry for some time. Whence, it may be conjectured with great probability, that the spawn of fishes are preserved in the same manner at the bottom of ponds dried up, which they re-people when the ponds are filled again with water. This has been observed with surprize in a pond laid dry, and found stocked again with the same fish, none being able to discover whence they came. Some fancied that Storks having carried off in their bills some of these fishes, had let them fall by chance into the pond. It may rather be attributed to the spawn that had been preserved sound in the bed of the pond. It would be a curious experiment to dry the roes of different species of fish, and scatter them in a pond at a proper season. By this very simple method it might be ascertained, if they could serve for perpetuating their species. Nature has not been subjected to an extreme exactness 5 there is, in her way of operating, a latitude which the naturalist ought to study and trace by experience to the fountain-head. F 2 100 THE ANGLER. The sweets of evVy blossom to explore— Sagacious instinct ! providential store ! From field to field th' industrious legions rove, To range the plain, the garden, and the grove. All are employed throughout the numerous train, Till tinkling noises call them back again : The iTuitful herbage now invites the scythe- In eager contest strive the swains all blythe, Who works the fastest, cr who cuts most deep, — The waving sward yields to the mower's sweep. RousM by the early herald of the day, Quickly array'd, refresh'd by sleep and gay, The lads and lasses all prepare for work, Some take refreshment, some the rake or fork. In artless talk they gain the distant fields, Where the ripe verdure of the meadows yields A plenteous crop in even rows laid down — Off goes the jacket — oiF the homespun gown : Each one following in a single file, Some turn the herbage, some the hay-cocks pile ; THE ANGLER. 101 Till faint beneath the shade a timely rest, And healthy meal, renew for work the zest ; Nor mem'ry e'er can touch a livelier strain, Than that which rustics carrol o'er the plain. Music the soul with harmony inspires. The heart of man with true ambition fires ; Refines the passions as the concords flow, And makes the lover's heart more fervent glow ; Charms grief, and all the cares of fate defies. And brightens up the tear-bedew'd, dull eyes ; Makes toil a sport, and renovates old age, Unwilling yet of life to quit the stage. On smarting want it pours a healing balm — Blunts misVy's sting, and suff'ring renders calm. But morning dawns, prevent the chiding day, Shake off the drowsy fit, and haste away ; The toil of yesterday was somewhat strong, Sleep's pow'rful spell has bound my eyes too long. 102 THE ANGLER. Shame on the sluggard drone, who sleeps supine, When dazzling sun-beams thro' his curtains shine ! The stars are fainting in th' ethereal plain, And the pale moon begins to doubt her reign ; Night hurries to her western goal, while dawn Opes her grey eye-lids on the wood and lawn : Hark ! the sweet poets of the fields upraise, In choral song, the mighty Maker's praise. Upbraiding man, among the reas'ning throng, A subject that too rarely tunes the tongue. Who sings uorality in these iron times. Sings to the winds — few ears delight such rhymes ; But fame and wealth reward the glorious toil, Scrawl but a novel, or write notes on Hoyle.(6) The heav'n'v fire once warm'd a Milton's tongue. And of Heav'n's wonders rapt'rously he sung ; (6) HOYLE, the author of a most elaborate treatise on the game of whist. It is said that he sold the copy-right for six or seven hundred pounds! THE ANGLER, 103 It also firM the soul of Addison, In Pope it sparkled, and in Dryden shone; Jn Watts and Young, it play'd with cheerful blaze, Extinct, alas I in our Boeotian days ; Except a spark beneath the ashes rest, In soul of Bloomfield, or in Byron's breast ; And ffatt'ry vile, and glazing verse and bust. Will ne'er pretend t' immortalize their dust. Now hunger keen and shade of morning cool Fill with sparkling Carp the marly pool, As to the sportful stream your steps decline, Articulate your rod, apply your line ; There watchful, and (c) every effort try To cheat the subtle CARp's(rf) suspicious eye. (c) No patience, no pastime.— A gentleman, who was allowed to be one of the greatest and most philosophic an- glers of the age, passing from Islington to London, as was his daily custom, frequently saw a brother sportsman planted on a particular spot of the New River. Being jealous to 104 THE ANGLER. The milky gentle, or vermilionM paste, Or the pea's glossy green with liq'rish taste, think he should engross the spot, he prepared his rod and line, and the rest of his angling apparatus, repaired to the spot, and remained uninterrupted for a considerable time, but without success. At length the original occupier of this envied spot appeared : when the gentleman exclaimed, " Egad, sir, I know not how you manage it, but I have been angling here these three hours, and have caught no- thing." " Oh, sir," replied the other ; « what's that com- pared with me? Why, I have been angling here these three years, and never caught a fish yet !" (d) Carp. — A person who angles for Carp, must arm him- self with abundance of patience, because of their extraordi- nary subtilty and shyness. They always choose to lie in the deepest places, either of ponds or rivers, where there is but a small running stream. They will seldom bite in cold weather, and you cannot be too early or too late at the sport in hot weather : yet, if he bite, you need not fear his hold J for he is one of those leather-mouthed fish that have their teeth in their throat. Neither must you forget, in angling for him, to have a strong rod and line ; and since he is so very wary, it will be proper to entice him by baiting the ground with a coarse paste. He seldom refuses the red worm in March, the caddis in June, nor the grasshopper in July, April and September. He not only delights in THE ANGLER. 105 His coyness may o'ercome. Delightful wile, The cunning fish, deep-lurking, to beguile. worms, but also in sweet paste, of whicli there is a great variety : the best is made of honey and sugar, mixed up with flower, some veal minced fine, and a little cotton or white wool, to make it adhere to the hook. It ought to be thrown into the water some hours before you begin to angle ; neither will small pellets, thrown into the water two or three days before, be worse for this purpose, especially if chickens' entrails, garbage or blood, mixed with bran and cow-dung, be also thrown in. If you fish with gentles, anoint them with honey, and put them on your hook, with a deep scarlet dipped in the line, which is a good way to deceive the fish. Honey and crumbs of wheat-bread, mixed together, make also a very good paste, with or without blood, or other red colouring matter. In taking a Carp, either in a pond or river, if the Angler intends to add profit to his pleasure, he should take a peck of ale-grains, and a good quantity of blood to mix with the grains, baiting the ground with it where he intends to angle. This food will wonderfully attract the scale fish, as Carp, Tench, Roach, Dace and Bream ; let him go out in a morning, plumbing his ground, and angling for Carp with a strong line. The bait may be either the gentle, a green pea, paste, or the knotted red- worm, and he will be sure to find sport enough. f5 106 THE ANGLER. But, from my soul, the artful wretch I hate, Whose smiles are snares, whose friendship is a bait; — Who hides rank malice in a look serene, And cool and sudden vents his hidden spleen. I hate the fox that ever skulks and steals And crams his craving cubs with pilfer'd meals : Him, too, that burrows in his neighbour's ground, And half consumes it, ere the fraud is found, On those vile slaves be Heav'n's dire thunder hurl'd. Who, chain'd themselves, would gladly chain the world ! Nor boots it now to fish so near the place. Devastated by this voracious race ; Up stream let's trace our steps a mile or two, And there again our pleasing game pursue ; Nor need you entertain a doubt of sport, Otters to well-stock'd streams do e'er resort. At that old tree, the river makes a bend, The over-hanging bank may suit our end ; THE ANGLER. i07 There (e) dib away—a grass-hopper the bait, Will yield the Angler soon some kind of treat : And see ! already I have hookM a prize. And, by his play, one of a portly size : The landing net shall make our game secure, A Chub ! poor relish for an Epicure. Let's quit this place— expect no better sport. For the Trout hovers not, where (/) Chubs resort. For less inglorious prey yon stream let's ply, The Trout or Grayling there may take the fly. Keep well at top, and play both fine and strong. If fish there be, he'll rise ere it be long ; Draw, as the wind permits, up stream or down. Try ev'ry art, if you your hopes would crown. A bite I now strike with fine, but ready hand. Humour him well — now draw towards the landi (e) Dib. — To angle with a live fly, grasshopper, &c. (/) Where Chubs resort. Where you find many Minnows or Chubs, expect few or no Trouts : for the Chubs will drive them out and keep possession. 108 THE ANGLER. He turns his spotted sides — a glorious prize ! As fine a Trout as ever feasted eyes. A good beginning ; let us try once more, This stream bids fair t' increase our supper store. See there I another Trout! now guide the fly. So that it glide just o'er, and catch his eye ; Exert your utmost skill to imitate The airy manners of the living bait ; Keep close behind this bush! how dead he lies — Plav well the fly, or else he'll never rise ; Look sharply out — he springs — strike smart and fine — He's hookM — he struggles hard— give out more line ; — Run him down stream, you'll soon the conquest gain — The landing-net- — he gasps upon the plain. Now let us change the scene — for sameness tires ; Variety the soul anew inspires. THE ANGLER. 109 Courage! my float wheels off — Ill-natur'd weed ! There from my hook a gallant fish was freed. Not so this Tench escapes — a dainty prize, Welland'sC^') fam'd stream ne'er fed a bulkier size. Again I seek the Carp; but lo! the light Colours the mountain top, avoid his sight ; Lest your betraying shade before you run, Turn, like the Persian,(A) to the rising sun. (g) TheWELLAND is a river of Northamptonshire. It rises near Honthorp, runs by Harborough, Stamford, Spal- ding-, parts that county from Leicester and Rutlandshires, and falls into the Wash at Wickham. It is famed for breed- ing Tench of a very large size. (h) The Persians worshipped the sun, and at its rising prostrated themselves towards the east. It is not recom- mended to imitate their idolatry, but only that we should turn towards the sun in angling for Carp ; the consequence of which position will be, that the shadow of your body will fall behind you, and not on the surface of the river to frighten that suspicious inhabitant of the deep. 110 THE ANGLER. Ha I Fortune smiles : he's hooked — a daring bite ! Keep now a bended rod, and hold him tight ; He wheels amain ; he plunges to the mud, He floats — my net transports him from the flood. Full sizM, fair, plump, all goodly to behold. His scales bright glist'ning with bedropping gold ! Thus man's imperious race exerts his reign, Over all life, which wat'ry worlds sustain ; Invention the defect of force supplies, And art subdues whatever his nerves defies. In winter's realm, beneath the polar bear. In frozen seas and blood congealing air, 'Midst rocks of ragged ice, horrific heap ! Which float and glitter o'er the boundless deep ; Th' undaunted whaler cuts his desp'rate way. In ardent quest of his enormous prey. The w^atchful harpooneer, in act to throw Death's barbed terror, eyes the wide stretch' d foe. Full on the monster's bulk he hurls from far His three-prong'd jav'lin with unerring war. THE ANGLER. Ill The furious fish, in anguish of his wound, Blows through his double spout, with roaring sound, High streaming rivers, loud as tempests roar, Or angry waves that lash the craggy shore. Headlong he plunges, through the foam and blood— Wheels the vast vortex of the closing flood: Now like a mounting isle, which earthquake rears. From Neptune's dark abode, his bulk appears. His foes, more fierce, assault his ev'ry part. With lances gor'd, faint beats his ebbing heart ; The breath to kindred air disdainful flies, A buoyant mass, the monstrous carcase lies ; Insulting mariners his vast back tread. Cleaving his sides, or straggling in his head ; Of flaking bone his mouth's deep cavern spoil. And freight the vessel with his wealth of oil. By arts like these, shall Britain's glory grow, With busy life her crowded havens glow *, 112 THE ANGLER. Her villages shall smile, her towns rejoice, And not a sigh untune the public voice ; Her poor shall sing, — sloth's execrable band Of theits and murders fly this happy land ; And round her coasts, round ocean's utmost shore, Tlie thunder of her sov'reign fieet shall roar. The arts in peace employ each Briton's soul. And urge him with brave Ross(0 ^o seek the Pole. Now to our bus'ness let us once more bend. Truce to all cares — our pleasing work attend ; I see the angle dip — he strains the line — A Carp!(^) the laurel of the dav is mine. (/) The commander of the expedition lately sailed to explore a'passag-e at the Northern Pole, the utility of which, if practicable, is, however, doubted by many scientific cha- racters. (A) How to dress a Carp. Rub him clean with water and salt, but do not scale him j open him, and put him with the blood and liver into a small kettle j then take sweet marjo- ram, thyme, and parsley, of each a handful : a sprif^ of THE ANGLER. 113 Content I quit, for now the July beam Mounts to its fervid noon and boils the stream ; Enough to pastime ; the remaining hours Demand the vigour of our nobler pow'rs. Retir'd awhile, I con the studious page Of wisdom, cuird from men of every age! But chief the scriptures, from whose sacred store I drink abundance, and yet thirst for more, Think and reflect, how in our destin'd span, One inch will bound the active life of man. Deduct the blank of sleep, the void between Our birth and youth's preparatory scene ; rosemary, and another of savory, bind them in bundles and put them to the Carp, with four or five whole onions, twenty pickled oysters, and three anchovies. Then pour upon your fish as much claret as will cover him, seasoned with salt, cloves, mace, and the rinds of oranges and lemons 5 cover your pot, and set it on a quick fire, until it be sufficiently boiled, then take out the Carp, and lay it with the liquor into the dish, and pour on it a quarter of a pound of melted butter, beaten with half a dozen spoonfuls of the broth, the yolks of two or three eggs, and some of the herbs shred. Garnish with lemons. i 14 THE ANGLER. What sickness wastes from manhood take away, And the new childhood of our last decay, — What is the pittance left? That pittance prize, And crowd il full with business good and wise : Peruse the sacred writ, and from it know, What blessings from a well-spent life will flow : Let virtue teach thee steadily to steer Thy course through life, so that thou seldom err ; Teach thee t' elude the fascinating wiles, Of Syren vice^ who, with delusive smiles, The poor, unthinking voyager beguiles ; And if thy vessel should serenely glide Adown of smooth prosperity the tide, — If gentle gales ambrosial odours bring', And pleasure's giddy throng around thee sing. Let not thy heart (with present bliss elate) Forget her precepts, till it be too late. If dire adversity should thee assail With woes unnumber'd in a furious gale. And a whole deluge of disasters pour. And all thy hopes and flatt'ring schemes devour ; THE ANGLER. 115 II" sun-shine friends, to whom thou 'st provM so kind. Desert, like rats, the walls theyVe undermin'd ; Virtue will give thee fortitude of soul To stem the current, and its rage contrcful ; * Should from its place the world be torn away, The virtuous (/) man feels not the least dismay : And, though this globe to atoms should be hurl'd. He trusts another, and a better world ! (Z) Justum et teuacem propositi virum, Non civium ardor prava jubentium Non vultus instantis tyranni, Mente quatit solida Si fractus illabatur orbis, Impavidum feriunt ruinae. CANTO VII. :\11XED ANGLING. Time, August. — Rural Scenery. — A Storm succeeded by a Calm. — Description of Ulting's Vale. — Anecdote of Mr Cuuniugham, the Poet, on the Propriety of allowing- the Labouring Classes innocent Amusements after Divine Service on the Sabbath-day. — The Enemies of the tinny Tribes numerous. — The Otter peculiarly destructive. — An Otter Hunt.— Death of the Tyrant of the Flood.— The truly hospitable Cottag-er CANTO VII. MIXED ANGLING. Now past each gentle zephyr, summer gale, The raging heats of Sirius prevail : No more the air refreshing breezes yields, Whose balmy breathings scent the mantled fields Fair Flora now to Ceres leaves the plain, Diffusing plenty o'er her wide domain : 120 THE AXGLER. She opes her stores, and strews them throU2:h the mead. And golden harvests all the sm-face spread. The fruitful grain delights the farmer's eyes. From dale to hill, till bounded by the skies ; The peaceful smiling prospect, but behold — A ripenM crop — a scene of waving gold ! Full in the zenith Phoebus beams, so bright. The cooling shade the swelt'ring swain's delight; His silent flocks around him grazing cool, Or gasping, panting, seek the stream, or pool. Now silence reigns throughout the leafy grove. Broke only, as the airy insects rove Through noon-day's sultry heat with humming noise, — The rest of nature deep repose enjoys Not long — advancing from the western sky. By Eurus driv'n, see gloomy tempests fly ; Dark clouds arise to hide the smiling scenes. And rolling thunder from afar begins. The sun's obscured! the storm now louder grown. The thunder burst, the lightning flashes down ; THE ANGLER. 121 A deluge falls of prone descending rain, And threats destruction to the rip'ning grain. All's lost, but Heav'n in mercy interferes — The tempest's rage subsides — th' horizon clears; Again the sun darts out his glorious beams, And the parch'd earth absorbs refreshing streams. This lonesome dale,(a) these shaggy hills which lean O'er CHELMER's(i) solemn stream with shadowing screen, Charm like an opiate's dream, and thought infuse Of fair-y haunts and visions of the muse. Here oft I wander o'er th' historic page, And view the changing scenes of ev'ry age ; (a) The vale of Ulting-, near the church-yard, by the side of the river Chelmer. (6) The Chelmer is an Essex river, rising above Thack- stead in that county, and running by Chelmsford into Blackwater at Maiden. 122 THE ANGLER. Or, grave inclined, the latent paths explore Of deep philosophy's extensive shore ; Or down reelining in the sylvan bow'r. With tuneful bards enjoy the blissful hour : Shakspeare, who speaks the language of the soul. And Milton soaring far beyond earth's pole ; Descriptive Thomson, and satiric Young ; Pope, Swift, and Gay, and all the sons of song. To these imbow'ring shades, thus free from care. I oft for salutary ease repair : Of books grown weary, with (he Angler's cane I fill my leisure — trifle not in vain : Hard study genVates atramental bile, And thoughts misshapen as the brood of Nile, These August fervors, which inflame the sky. Conspire to drain the nervous fluid dry : Rest must perform the cure; — to rest be join'd Some gentle action to amuse the mind. Whafs this ? A Pearch I a med'cine for the stone. The pebble in this hsji's head full grown: THE ANGLER. 123 This ilook too, were he not so very lean, Is just as good a nostrum for the spleen ; An Eel ! Thy fat is sanative for blows, — Its drops will soon th' obstructed ear unclose ; And see a Carp ! A supper for the night, — Specific rare for dimness of the sight! At least so ancient sages have set down. Once of great fame, but now of small renown. Although obscure this river steals its way By those mean walls where Ulting's((?) rustics pray; Not long obscure, by MaldenX^?) ancient town. He glows in bloody story with renown. (c) A small village and church, a little way from Maiden, westward. The church-yard is washed by the Chelmer, which runs close by. (d) Malden was the ancient Camalodonum, and the first Roman colony planted in Britain, in the days of the Empe- ror Claudius. Queen Boadicea utterly destroyed that colony. She reigned over the Iceni, who were the people of Nor- folk, Suffolk, Cambridg-eshire, and part of Huntingdonshire. G 2 124 THE ANGLER. 'Twas tiicrc, uplifting from his oozy bed, Tho rushy honours of hi? sca-i^roon licad. He saw the British heroine, in her car, Cleave, like a thunderbolt, tli' opposing uar : He saw the rout, vyhen slaui^hter drench'd his fields With Roman gore, and heap'd with Roman shields. (3ur step be light, on eharncl ground we tread ; Here labour rests, here sleej) the peaceful dead : — Sleep under nameless turf, or rugged stone. That coarsely tells the owner of the bone ; The lying marble and the flatt'ring bust, Are honours sacred to the rich man's dust. May no vile flattVer, or with verse or bust. Striving to eulogize, belie my dust; No partial friend strew praises o'er my nauie. Where little was to praise, but much to blame ; No marble tomb eVr roar its stately head, As m «-ontempt of the more lowly dead : THE ANGLER. 125 Bui raix'd with poor the grateful tribute pay, Of dust and ashes, with my native clay I 'Till, summonM by the trump of God away, I mount to live in everlasting day : So may I sojourn humbly in his sight. That then my day may not be turnM to night ! This alder mark, which o'er the stream depends. Deep and more deep the pooly stream descends ; Here, on the HOLY DAY,(e) at hour of pray'r, The truant peasant lays his artful snare ; (c) As Mr. Cunning-ham, the pastoral poet, was fishing on a Sunday, near Durham, the Reverend and corpulent 3Ir. B chanced to pass that wayj and, knowing Mr. Cun- ningham, austerely reproached him for breaking the Sab- bath, observing that he was doubly reprehensible, as his good sense should have taught him better. The poet tamed round and coolly replied, " Your external appearance, re- verend sir, says, that if your dinner were at the bottom of the river along with mine, you would angle for it, though it were a fast-day, and your Saviour stood by to rebuke you," 126 THE ANGLER. While brethren of the plough confess their sin-^. He, more profane, large finny lucre wins. But yet more oft he prowls, like beast of night. And plunders by the moon's perverted light, Law-guarded streams: hence righteous Anglers pine. And lords of fish at fish-less tables dine. Nor wonder — where the laws are too severe. The feeling mind will e'er incline to spare. But we no interdicted joys partake — No laws we trample, and no Sabrath hrkak ;(/) (/) Sabbath-breaking. It may be doubted whether the severe prohibitions of harmless sports ou the Sabbath- day, are not productive of many more and greater evils than it prevents. In the most rii^-id Catholic countries, they are allowed and even encoura^'cd, at the intervals of divine service; and their morals are never the worse. But Eng-- lishmen, pent up all the rest of the week in close confined workshops, require exercise and amusement ; and being: deprived of it ou a Sunday, spend it in ale-houses, jjfcttinir drunk, and entailinc^ wretchedness on their families for the THE ANGLER. 127 Unprick'd by conscience, we pursue our toil, Rewarded with a load of honest spoil. Dire ills the kingdom of the fin await. And other foes than man consume their state : The Coot, the Dab-chick, and the spotted Snake, The Fowl of forage, and the household Drake, The Hern's long beak, the Swan's high favour'd breed, And Bittern's trump, hoarse sounding in the reed. Fierce discord, too, insatiate fury reigns. Amid the carnage of the wat'ry plains : Trout on the race of Loach renew their meal, While teeming spawn gluts the devouring Eel ; remainder of the week. Another consequence of so impo- litic a constraint is, that Saint Monday, Holy Tuesday, and oftentimes more days that should be devoted to v/ork, are wasted in the skittle-ground ; and ebriety, indolence, po- verty, wretchedness, and disease, are thereby occasioned. To attend the divine service should be more rigorously en- forced than it is j but a proper enjoyment after it should be allowed. 12S THE ANGLER. PcarcJi, over warring, wastes the Minnowv fry. And trembling Roach before the Piek'rel fly ; On these sweet banks, one vernal morn, my foot Struck, near an aged willow's warty root, A Pike's drum-ratlling head, his spiked jaw. Had ill secured him from an Otter'sC^'") paw. {[/) Tlie Otter. The description of tliisauiinal, aud the modes of destroying it, are mentioned on account of its be- ing so inveterate a foe to the Angler's amusement j for the Otter is as destructive in a pond, as a pole-cat in a hen- house. It seems to form a link between terrestrial aud aquatic auimals, resembling the former in shape, aud the latter in being able to continue a considerable time uuder water, and in being web-footed, whereby it swims so fast as to overtake fish in their own element ; but he is not, strictly speaking, amphibious; for if he g"ts entangled in a net, and cannot free himself by cutting the meshes with his teeth, he is drowned. The usual length of the Otter, from the tip of the nose to the base of the tail, is twenty- three inches; and the tail itself is rathi-r more than half the length of the body ; the weight of the male from eighteen to twenty-six, of the female, from thirteen to twenty-two pounds. One in October, 170J, was simred iu the river Lea, weighing above forty pounds. The head and nose are THE ANGLER. 129 That WATER-WOLF of species undefin'd, Or fish, or quadruped, or both conjoin'd ; — broad and fiat ; the eyes brilliant though small, nearer the nose than are usual in quadrupeds, and placed so as to ob- serve every thing above, like the eel: which position gives it a singular advantage when lurking at the bottom of rivers for prey, as the fish cannot observe an object under them, and the Otter seizing them from beneath by the middle, takes them with little exertion j the ears are extremely short, the orifice narrow 5 the opening of the mouth is smallj the lips are capable of being brought close together, are very muscular, and designed to close the mouth firmly while in the action of diving, and the nose and corners of the mouth are furnished with very long whiskers. It has thirty-six teeth, six cutting and two canine above and be- low ; of the former the middlemost are the least, and it has besides five grinders on each side in both jaws. The legs are very short, but remarkably broad and muscular 3 the joints articulated so loosely, that the Otter can turn them quite back, and bring them on a line with its body, and use them as fins : each foot has five toes connected by strong webs, like those of water-fowl. The Otter has no heel, but a round ball under the sole of the foot, by which its track in the mud is easily distinguished, and is termed the seal. Its colour is a deep brown, except two small spots of G 5 130 THE ANGLER. The honest Angler's hate, the huntsman's joy, Let spears tranfix him, and let clogs destroy. white on each side the nose, and one under the chin, and is more valuable if the animal be killed in Avinter than summer. The Otter shows great sag-acity in forming its abode, bur- rowing under ground on the banks of some river or lake, and always making the entrance hole under water, working upwards to the surface of the earth, and forming several lodges, that in cases of flood, it may have a retreat (tor no animal is more careful to repose in a dry place,) and there making a minute orifice for the admission of air; and even this aperture is often formed in the middle of some thick bush for concealment. The Otter destroys large quantities offish, for he will eat none but what he takes himself, and of those only particular parts, so that he wastes much more than he eats. In rivers he swims against the stream to meet his prey, and it is said that two Otters will hunt in concert that active fish the Salmon : one stations himself above and the other below where the fish lies, and being thus chased incessantly, the wearied Salmon becomes their prey. They take to the sea, and are seen about the Orkneys, w here their food is Cod and Conger, In very hard weather, when the natural sort of food fails, the Otter will kill lambs, suck- ing pigs and poultry •, and one was caught in a warren, whi- ther it had come to prey upon rabbits. He will often veu- THE ANGLER. 181 Nor pity shew the tyrant of the lake, Who slaughters all, with blind and ruthless hate : ture far upon land, where the dogs will spontaneously attack him J but he will in his defence, bite the dogs most cruelly, sometimes with such force as to break their leg-bones, and never quits his hold but with life. In the water he will draw the dog under and suffocate him. The Otter is capa- ble of being tamed : he will follow his master like a dog ; and even fish for him, and return with his prey, more than sufficient for the use of a family. The hunting of the Otter was formerly considered as ex- cellent sport, and hounds were kept solely for that purpose : the sportsmen went on each side of the river, beating the banks and sedges with the dogs, poles, &c. ; if thei'e v»^as an Otter in that quarter, his seal was soon traced upon the mud, as the water, wherever it would admit of it, was lowered as much as possible to expose hollow banks, reed- beds, and stubs, that might otherwise shelter him 3 each hunter had a spear to attack the Otter when he vented, or came to the surface to breathe. If he was not found by the river side, it was supposed that he had gone to couch inland, and was sought for accordingly. If the dogs found, the hunters viewed his trace to discover which way he had taken. The spears were used in aid of the dogs. When an Otter is wounded, he takes to land, where he makes an 132 THE ANGLER. In vaia the Salmon, Carp, elude his search — Vain all the bristly fins of thornbaek Pcarch — The Eel in vain for safety hides in mud — The Pike's iron jaws — the terror of the flood — The crafty Otter springs from underneath, Then hastens to his lodge to least and breathe : There, dainty, wastes much more than he devours, And, renovate, again destruction pours. In vain the owner mourns the ravag'd pond, Deprived of dainties, of ^Yhich he's most fond; — obstinate defeuce ; an old Otter will never g'ive up whilst he has life, and the male never utters any cry when seized by the dogs, or even transfixed by a spear ; but the females with young- emit a very shrill squeak. The chace of the Otter has still its very staunch admirers, though the breed be much dimiuishcd. lu 171)0, near Bridgenorth, on the river Worse, four Otters were killed: one stood three, ano- ther four hours before the dogs, and was scarcely a minute out of sight. The hearts were eaten by many respectable people, who attended the hunt, and ullowod to be delicious; the other parts were also eaten by the men employed, and found to be excellent. THE ANGLER. 133 In vain the Angler tries the common stream, He finds nor Carp, Tench, Barbel, Pearch nor Bream ; All arm t' oppose the tyrant's hateful reign, The sounding horn calls out the hunters' train. Lo ! at the sound the hunters gay appear, Each bearing in his hand the sharpen'd spear ; Eager for sport, by well-known sounds inspired, The dogs range round with equal ardour fir'd ; They try the hollow banks, the lofty sedge. The alder's roots, and scent the muddy edge. Plunge fearless in the stream, whilst with the roar. They make rebellow each resounding shore. At length behold the leavings of his feast, And on the oozy mud his seal imprest ! He's ta'en the water, thither tends his track. Haste, huntsman, quick lay on the furious pack. Now eager all t' enjoy the scene of blood, Dogs, men and horses, rush into the flood. See, there he vents ! A lucky jav'lin, thrown With strenuous arm, infixes in the bone : 134 THE ANGLER. He (lives, he vents again, one hardy hound, Tenacious, plunges with him to the ground. All disappear — all re-ascend afar, Redoubled clamours urge the wat'ry war. EscapM he seeks yon willow's root, his Ibrt. The dogs close follow, mad with rage and sport ; No longer can the tyrant keep at Lay, See, there he dives! the bubbles mark his way. Once more compellM, he rises to take vent. Shakes his short ears, and seems now almost spent, Half drownM he ilies to land, but 'tis too late, The yelping pack proclaim the tyrant's fate : Now fainting, panting, close pursued by death, To the whole worrying pack he yields his breath. But hark ! I hear the shepherd's voice — behold His bleating flocks he hastens to the fold. My spirits flag, and aching limbs advise Rest, and the fare which wasted strength supplies The norves, which by excess of toil we strain, Should be to vig'rous toil brac'd up again. THE ANGLER, IS5 So shall they last with care a good old age, 'Till nature gives the cue to quit the stage. Yon smoking cot, beat by the mountain wind. Harbours a good and hospitable mind ; Reg'lar his rent, and annual tythes he pays, His friend he welcomes, and on Sunday prays ; Nor turns the way-worn stranger from his door, Receives the rich — but welcomes in the poor. There on good beef the ev'ning I'll regale, And crown the sober cup with nut-brown ale. mmA CANTO VIII. TROLLING FOR PIKE. Time, October. — Rural Scenery andEmployments. — Descrip- tion of the Pike, and mode of Feeding it. — Proper Baits and Rules for the Sport. — A Recipe for Cooking- it. — Quaere as to the Origin of the Angler's Art. — The Sea- sons improper for Angling, when the Fish are Breeding. — Hope delusive. — Reflections on Nature's Works. — The Soldier-Crab. — Polypus, &c. — On the Organ of Hearing in Fish. — The Bounty of Providence ought to impress us with Gratitude. — Return Home. CANTO VIII. TROLLING FOR PIKE, (a) Now to a close draws on the short-liv'd year, The fields despoilM a dusky colour wear ; (a) The Pike has a flat head, the upper jaw broad, and shorter than the lower : the under jaw turns up a little at the end, and is marked with minute punctures. The teeth 140 THE ANGLER. A fading green o*er-spreads the with'ring mead, And all the smiling summer scenes are fled : are very sharp, disposed ouly in the front of the upper jaw, but in both sides of the lower, in the roof of the mouth and often in the tong-ue. The mouth is very wide, the eyes small. It is found in most of the lakes of Europe ; the largest of the kind caught in England weighed thirty-five pounds. It lives to a vast age, some say ninety, others above two hundred and fifty years. They spawn in rNIarch or April, according to the state of the weather. When in high season, their colours are very fine, being green spotted with bright yellow j the gills are of a most vivid and full red. When out of season, the green changes to a grey, and the yellow spots become of a pale hue. The Pike never swims in shoals, but always lies alone, aud is so ravenous that it will seize on auy thing less than itself. Fishes betray the same detestation and dread of this tyrant, as birds do at the sight of a hawk, ^^^len it lies dormant near the surface, as it often does, the lesser fishes swim round it in great num- bers and anxiety : aud they are then often noosed with a hal- ter. As instances of its voracity, it has been known to destroy young swans, and swallow them feathers and all. A watch, with a black ribband and two steel seals has been taken out of the stomach ; and one was taken in the river Avon, near Stanley Abbey, weighing sixteen pounds, which disgorged another weighing four pounds and u half, and THE ANGLER. 141 Denuded branches of the grove no more Afford a shade to those who faint explore, In search of shelter from the noon- day heat, The brushy underwood with weary feet. Stript of their mantle by the northern breeze ; And shaken to and fro, the aged trees Bend to th' autumnal winds their waving tops — And, disengaged, the yellow foliage drops. The sportsman see ! The pointers make a stand ! Bereft of shelter, in the stubble land, measuring- two feet, two inches and a half. Colonel Thorn- ton killed one measuring- five feet four inches from eye to fork. The art of Feeding- Pike, so as to make them very- fat, is by g-iving- them eels, and without this it is not to be done under a long time; otherwise Pearch, while small, and their prickly fins tender, are the best food for them. Bream put into a Pike pond are very proper food ; they w ill breed freely, and their young- ones make excellent food for the Pike, who will take care they shall not increase overmuch. The numerous shoJils of Roaches and Ruds, which are con- tinually changing place, and often in floods get into the Pike's quarter?, are food for them a long time. 142 THE ANGLER. The tinvrous covey dread the fatal snare, And mount \vith new-fledj^'d ^Yings an untried air : In vain ihcy fly, the sportsman's murd'rous aim O'ertakes and strews them lifeless on the plain. Their golden loads the orchards scarcely bear, The busy swains the cyder-press prepare ; And fill their vessels with the mellow juice With economic care set by for use; Or from the groaning gran'ry's well-filTd stores. The hind into the vat the barley pours, And by the well-known process draws from thence The sparkling ale — that oft deprives of sense. But see, high noon invites to sit and eat. Hunger's the sweetest sauce, though coarse tlie meat. The season smiles, this mild October day. Cheers like the setting of a summer's ray; We ask no bow'r, sweet is the open sky. The turf our board, and Heav'n our canop\. THE ANGLER. 143 The meads of Witham wear a fainter green, Mid Autumn here paints no unpleasant scene ; Rest, rest, my rod, on troubled Froshwell's (//) brink — Boy, bring the flask, the Angler's health we'll drink! Froshwell, thou deep, dark river, slow of pace, Chelmer impatient waits for thine embrace ; How-num'rous are the nations of the stream ! The mud-enamour'd Tench, the watchful Bream ; Y A re's ((?) luscious Ruff, (o?) and Pike-enticing Roach, — The grov'ling Gudgeon, and the rill-born Loach ; — (b) Froshwell, otherwise Pant, is Witham river. It rises near Radwinter, in the north-west angle of Essex, passes by Witham, meets the Chelmer a little above Mai- den, and a little below that to^\^l falls with the Chelmer into the sea. (c) Yare is a Norfolk river. Its spring is near King-ham in that county. Having joined Windser a little below Nor- wich and Waveney, above Burgh Castle, it falls into the sea at Yarmouth. (o') The Rvff differs little from the Pearch except in size, 1 1 \ THE ANGLER. The Cheven gross, the shapely BarbeFs might,— And the fierce river Shark's tremendous bite : And painted Trout, \vhieh, half the rounding year, Springs at the fly in currents brisk and clear. The Pike's my joy, of all the scaly shoal ; And of ail FiSHiNG-i\STRUME\TS,(e) the Troll.(/) which seldom exceeds six inches : so that it is appropriately uamed perca JiuviatiJis minor. It is second to none for delicacy of taste. (e) Fishermen have two principal ways of catchint; Pike ; hyWie ledger 2iiiAhY i\\e walking-hait. The ledt^er-bait is fixed iu one certain place, and may continue while the An- gler is absent. This must be a live bait, a fish or a frog : and araonfj- fish, the dace, roach and ^udg-eon are the best : of frogs choose the larg-est and yellowest. If the bait be a fish, the hook is to be struck through the upper lip, and the line must be fourteen yards at least in leng:th : the other end of this to be tied to a tree, or to a stick driven into the ground ncarthe Pike's haunt, and all the line wound round about a forked stick, except about half a yard. The bait will by this means keep playin": so much under water, and the Pike will soon lay hold of it. If the bait be a frog-, then the arming- wire of the hook should be put in at the mouth. THE ANGLER. 145 My bounding heart against my bosom beats, Now while my tongue the glorious strife repeats. and out at the side ; and with a needle and some strong* silk the hinder leg" of one side is to be fastened by one stitch to the wire arming of the hook. The Pike will soon seize this, and must have line enough to give him leave to get to his haunt, and poach the bait. (/) Tlie Trolling for Pike is also a pleasant method of tak- ing them. The trolUng-rod has several small rings, fixed on every one of its joints j upon the but-joint is fitted a reel with its winch. On the reel are wound twenty, thirty, or forty yards of silk line, which passes through the rings on the rod, and is then fastened to the gimp with which the hook is armed. The hook itself is a compound of two small Pearch-hooks put back to back. Between the hooks hangeth a little chain, and at the end of the chain a small plummet. The plummet is to be sewn into the mouth of a dead fish, Roach or Gudgeon, the hooks being left without ex- posed to sight. The bait, thus fastened, is to be kept in constant motion in the water, sometimes suffered to sink, then gradually raised, now drawn with the stream, and now against it, the better to counterfeit life. If the Pike be at hand, he mistakes it for a living fish, seizes it and runs off to his lurking place, and in ten or twelve minutes gorges it. You then give a sudden jerk, play him till he is tired, draw him towards the bank, and with a landing-uet, bring him on terra firma. H 146 THE ANGLER. O, when he feels my jerking hook, with powV And rage he bounces from his reedy bow'r ; He traverses the stream with strong career, With straitened line his furious course I steer : He springs above the wave, at length overcome, This evening he shall feast my cheerful home. While I look round to find some honourM guest. To my house-keeper I entrust the rest — Serina, knowing in all household art, Graces, in ev'ry scene, each changing part. My table she improves, her curious care Bestows the savour delicate and rare. To nic no hand, like her's, can cook a fisli, Tho' diff'rent palates like a diflTrent dish. 'Twas where the Stour, with his broad humid train. Severs the hills from Stratford's lowly plain, My fishing a^ra w ith a Pike began, And once in water, once in wine it swam. With df-xt'rous knife she stript his silver mail. And bath'd the body in her cleanly pail ; THE ANGLER. 147 Then like embalmer of the Memphian race, With critic eye she mark'd incision's place, Just under the late breathing gills, and drew The still warm entrails reeking from the stew. In the disboweird void, she, next, convey'd Sweet-scented marj'ram, and the spicy blade, Fragrance of thyme, aquatic savVy's spoil, And the churn's golden lumps of clodded oil ; The pickled oyster in due order pass'd, All seas'ning salt, and rich anchovy last. With lathes and fillet on his axle bound By culinary laws he wheels his round. His liquor'd sides emit luxuriant steam Of claret, anchovy, and new made cream. Now, smoking in the dish, he swims once more In a hot bath (the pan's un wasted store,) With juice from Seville's piquant orange prest — Such supper thee, Apicius,(^) would have blest. (g) Apicius, a noted Roman glutton in the days of the Emperor Tiberius. H 2 148 THE ANGLER. Most arts, 'tis said, can boast in story'd fame, Their birth, progression, and tlie founder's name : Ours, by what genius are its honours sung ? Growth of what clime? From whose invention sprung ? Say, man of letters, can thy reading shew, Through this blind labyrinth, a leading clue ? Walton, our great forefather, and our pride. The curious search with happy labour tried ; He found our wand in wild Arabia nurs'd, And patient Job, great fisherman the first : But brains of scholars are inventive things — Read Monmouth's GeofFry, read Buchanan's kings : Yet if the Muse's wreath bestows renown. Is not our name immortaliz'd by Browne ?(A) Nature, my friend, whose certain signs ordain Tlie time to scatter and to reap the grain, (/() INIoscs Browne, author of nine piscatory cclotiuos. THE ANGLER. 149 Governs our art ; your idle rods suspend, In love's nice season, till in May it end. For when the Ram (0 salutes the remeant sun, And while his mounting wheels through Taurus run, The pregnant females of the streams expel Their oval sperm, in some selected cell : Th' attending mate, auxiliar of his wife, Pours over all the principle of life. Faint lassitude succeeds and hate of food — " Wait till one moon renew the hungry mood. But Cancer's heat, or Leo's hotter pow'r. Brings the Tench forward to her painful hour ; And, strange to tell! Now while chill Autumn blows, The Trout, prolific, feels a mother's throes ; Yet stranger still, if fame our faith obtains, The Carp six labours in the year sustains. (t) Ram ; the Sun enters into Aries in March, Taurus in April, and Cancer in June. 150 THE ANGLER. Arise, admonishM by the seamy day, Our wands upbraid us w ith this lonii; delay. Help I Quick advance the landing-net — he's mine I I ieel him — now he pulls the stretching line ; A Pike — I've lost him ; he has burst the snare ; And must my hopes this disappointment bear ? Vexation is in vain — fret e'er so long, Fortune but smiles, when accident goes wrong : Shorten your hopes, nor yet the shortest trust. But to whatever befals, your mind adjust. And yet to action what impels the heart ? In suiTring what upholds, if hope depart? Hope is the lover's balm, the soldier's mail, The courtier's pension, and the merchant's gale : Hope lends her crutches to low stooping grief. And bids tiie I'uture rise to our relief; Again, and yet again, she may deceive — We love th' illusion, and we still believe. THE ANGLER. 151 Lo, a fresh prey ! Now to the bank-side draw — Ko STATUTE(A:) fish — ah, tremble at the law! And lo ! another wljirling axle see I Your wateh examine — on the stroke of three. Spare him some minutes, till he gorge his meal — To expedite his fate, now spin your reel. Hail, scaly terror ! Hail ! Salute from shore Thy liquid realm, ne'er to salute it more. Bless me ! A size for sacerdotal taste — The rector's cook his thirsty hide shall baste. Suffic'd with game, my thoughts I'll entertain With nature's wonders in her wat'ry reign. Tell how the prudent Barbel roots below, Treasures her spawn, and mocks th' insidious foe ; (k) By the Statute, Pike must not be taken under ten inches : the forfeiture is twenty shillings, the fish, and the eng-ine it is taken with. 152 THE ANGLER. What to the spawnless Eel a race supplies. Why at the thunder's awful sound she flies ; What periods bound the finny lives, and where To funVal grots their lifeless kin they bear. RapturM I see the Soldier-crab(/) explore His change of armour on the tide-wash'd shore ; (I) The Soldier, or Hermit-Crab, inhabits the empty cavi- ties of turbinated shells, chan^in^ its habitation according to its increase from a small to a larger one. Nothing can be more diverting than to observe this animal when want- ing to exchange its shell. The little Soldier is seen busily parading the shore along that line of pebbles and shells which is formed by the exti'emest wave, still however drag- ging its old incommodious habitation behind it, unwilling to part with one shell, even though a troublesome appen- dage, till it can find another more suitable. It is seen stop- ping at one shell, turning it and passing it by; going on to another, contemplating that for awhile, and then slip- ping its tail from its old habitation to try on the new : this is also found to be inconvenient, and it quickly returns to its old shell again. In this manner it frequently changes, till at last it finds one light, roomy and commodious ; to this it adheres, though the shell be sometimes so large as to hide the body of the animal, claws and all. Yet it is not THE ANGLER. 153 EnlargM in bulk, uneasy in their case, Down the steep cliff their annual march they trace : They rove the beach, the shelly sl-oughs they try, Sagacious this reject, and that apply. Two rivals now for the fair prize contend, Fierce is the fray, much rival strength they spend. The victor all at once leaps forth to view From his old mail, and stalks into the new. till after many trials and many combats also, that the Sol- dier is thus completely equipped j for there is often a con- test between two of them for some well-looking- favourite shell for which they are rivals. They both endeavour to take possession ; they strike with their claws ; they bite each other, till the weakest is obliged to yield by g-iving up the object of dispute. It is then that the victor immediately takes possession, and parades in his new conquest back- ward and forward upon the strand before his envious anta- gonist. When this animal is taken, it sends forth a feeble cry, endeavouring to seize the enemy with its nippers, which, if it succeeds, it will rather die than forego. When roasted in the shell they are esteemed delicate. H 6 154 THE ANGLER. Thai varieg^ating fish, whose ruling name Is borrow' d from a star, her form the same. Conibunds the sage: she mocks the wounding tteel. Her o\Mi balsamic juice the wound will heal. Lop off her limbs, the \'ital nave will fling New radii forth, another limb will spring : So the ditch pol^^pe with the sheers divide. Transverse, oblique, in head, or tail, or side. Lives in each part : each part instinct with soul, Repullulates, and forms a perfect whole. Have fish the (m) hearing organ ? — *Tis denied ; But Bacon's name adorns th' affirming side. (w) With respect to the hearing' of fishes, it is urged, that wheu kept iu a pond, they may be made to answer at the call of a whistle, or the ringfingof a bell ; and that they will even be terrified at any sudden and violent noise, such AS thunder, the firing- of ^ns, &c, and sink to the bottom of the water. If they hare these organs, it may be doubted whether there be an external passage to them, and that only a certain tremulous motion is conveyed to them, from sounds issuing from without. THE ANGLER. 155 Learn what long since my wand'ring eyes beheld, Near the ^een marijin of the war-fam'd Scheldt. Not far remov'd from where proud Antwerp bends Her stretching crescent, and to Heav'n ascends. A palace-abbey stands ; commanding round A rich extent of sacerdotal ground ; There holy Bernard's white-gown'd sons, retir'd From the lewd world, with burgundy inspir'd. H}Tna the bright Virgin, or with sacred glee Smg requiems to the dead for ghostly fee ; (n) Good, round paunch'd, lazy monks, as e'er you'd see: "Mongst them much fasting there did not appear, Nor the least signs of any worldly care ; Save how to keep out sorrow from their souls. Or drown it. if it enter'd. with full bowls. {nj At least did so before the late French revolution. 166 THE ANGLER. For these with luscious fruits the garden glovv'd — For these the moat round the slop'd terrace flow'd, StockM with enormous Carp ; I saw them roll, Caird by a practisM brother of the cowl ; His well known whistle they obey'd ; tiiey sped In wallowing heaps, to seize the promised bread : Carp (o) should'ring carp th' injected morsel snap, As monks push monks in scuffle for a cap. (o) Pike, when used to be fed by hand, will come up to the very shore, and take the food that is g-iven them out of the feeder's hand. It is wonderful to see with what cou- rag-e they will do this, after awhile practising ; and it is a very diverting sight, when there are several of them nearly of the same size, to see what striving and fighting there will be for the best bits when they are thrown in. The most convenient place is near the mouth of the pond, and where there is about half a yard depth of water : for by that means, the offal of the feedings will all lie in one place, and the deep water will serve for a place to retire to, and be always clean and in order. Carp will be fed in the same manner as Pike; and though by nature as shy and timorous as the Pike, is bold and fearless, yet by custom they will come and take their food THE ANGLER. ]57 Look where you will, through Nature's varying scenes. The whole with objects of our w^onder teems. How much we see I yet infinitely more Is hidden from our eyes in Nature's store. The sea's vast space a thousand tribes contains, Which never may reward man's active pains ; Yet all we see, by an all-bounteous Heav'n Has for the use of man, ingrate, been giv'n. Oh ! would but he from this great instance learn God's providential goodness to discern ! Why does the earth her precious gifts produce, But for unthinking man's support and use ? For him the corn in fertile vallies shoots, For him the orchard yields its golden fruits ; out of the person's hand ; and will, like the Pike, quarrel with one another for the nicest bits. But the question of their hearing is not yet sufficiently solved. 158 THE ANGLER. For him kind Nature clothes the verdant m?ads, For him the oak its lofty branches spreads : Oh I let us then adore the Cause supreme, And make our debt to Him our daily theme I Let inward pleasure glow in ev'ry breast, And let's with rapture own how much we're blest. But now', my friend, the lengthening; shadows view, "Tis time our homeward journey to pursue, The rising dew, and moisten'd atmospliere Counsel retreat — haste, other joys we'll share : We'll brim the bowl, the blazing hearth we'll heap, — An early supper breeds unruffled sleep. Sleep, soothing powT I what balm dost thou dispense. To raise our spirits, and revive our sense I Great nurse of Nature, tJiy pacific sway, Both prince and peasant readily obey. Refreshed by thee our pleasures we renew, Or else with vigour, daily toils pursue ; THE ANGLER. 159 A ruddy glow thou giv'st to blooming health, Without thee valueless are powV and wealth : To princely couch thou oft deny'st thy balm, While peasants find repose serene and calm. CANTO IX. ANGLING FOR PIKE WITH LAY-HOOKS. Time, February. — Aspect of the Country. — Directions for the Sport. — ^The Heron. — Noted Rivers and Lakes for Angling. — The Decoy Ponds. — Angling on the Lakes.— Description of* the Trimmer, another Instrument for catching Pike. — Colonel Thornton. — His mode of Fishing with Fox-hounds. — Praise due to him for making Ladies Partakers of the Angler's Sports. — Invitation to the Fair Sex. — A Storm — Salmon Fishing. -Invitation to Sportsmen. CANTO IX. ANGLING FOR PIKE WITH LAY-HOOKS.(a) Now, at the last of Winter's dreary reign, More early morn bedecks the east again ; (a) Lay-hook fishing differs little if auy thing from that described as ledger-bait in the note, page 144, of the last canto. But as it is rather differently described and practised, 164 THE ANGLER. And onco more cheers our icy spell-bound vale : Hail, silver-bearded February, hail! In furrow'd tracts beneath the frozen plain, NursM by the snow, bursts forth the hidden grain ; And vegetation spreads throughout the meads, O'er which the rustic peasant cheerful treads : I shall give another direction. — At the taper end of an hazel stick, thirteen or fourteen feet long, a small crotch or reel is fastened by a piece of cord. About the crotch you wind fifteen or twenty yards of strong packthread, leaving about a yard thereof to hang loose. This loose yard of line is tied to the armed wire of the hook, after having drawn the armed wire betwixt the skin and ribs of a living roach. The bait being thus put on the hook, and the hook tied to the line, and the line gently inserted in a slit in one of the legs of the crotch, the hazel stick is fixed into the bank of the river, so that the bait may play at liberty half a yard or more under water. When a pike seizes it, he jerks the string out of the slit, and all the line drops from the reel or crotch, and gives him freedom to make for his den. In about a quarter of an hour, he swallows the fish, and is then, by proper management, easily drawn ashore. THE ANGLER. 165 Sheltered beneath the shed, the lowing herds, And in the roofs close thatch, the nestling birds Together crowd to keep each other warm, And there defy the rude inclement storm. Descending snow now covers all the meads. O'er trees and bushes its white mantle spreads; The rustic youth in sport each other course, And hurl the snow-ball with a dextrous force ; Beneath the shelter of a little thatch, The old ones jest and laugh and troll the catch ; Each passes round the jug of humming ale, The gossips tell some legendary tale : With renovated warmth their old hearts burn, And gladly w^elcome in the spring's return. The sun, now wheeling through the Fisher's sign, Favours my vows, his beams well omenM shine ; Orwell (6) imbibes the ray, the frost of night Dissolves, and Pike with rabid rage will bite. (6) Oriiell is a Suffolk river, rising near Rattlesden, below Wellpit in that county. It receives the Gippingsoon 166 THE ANGLER. Each river, which the Suffolk springs supply, Shrinks to a rill before a northern eye ; Such stately streams their teeming vales o'erspread, So wide their channel, and so deep their bed. — Y'et iVom his fertile urn the Orwell yields, Waters as sweet, and bathes as lovely fields ; His deeps, his shoals, his weedy and his clear, With game are peopled through the changeful year. How oft, exulting, from these banks I've come. Weary and laden to my lowly home I E'en winter pleases here ; when winter binds The clods like iron, with its freezing winds. Here, in defiance of the blast, I troll Eor the strong Pike deep harbour"d in his hole. This dreaded dragon of the streams I bring, A gentle thrall, fast in my slender string : after it has passed Stowmavkct. From thence it Hows to Necdhani, IJraniford, SpioutAhton, Ipswich, and enters the sea by Harwich. THE ANGLER. 167 My whirling reel's the omen of his fate, Whene'er his rav'nous gorge devours the bait : Else arm'd with stouter war, my sturdy hand Tugs, and high whirls him glitt'ring on the strand ; But Orwell listens not, although I sing — Orwell is surely wander'd from his spring ; My lay, else, sounding through his watTy court. Instant had rais'd him to assist my sport. But no, he hears ! mark, mark, this empty reel, A certain sign! a weighty lish I feel : I poise him with my hand — his flesh, I guess. Six lusty feeders very well may mess. — Another's run — and yet another line — This booty might a princely table dine : That hook's abortive, but the deep gash'd bait Shews some huge jaw reserv'd for future fate. — Ha! whence that flutt'ring sound ? A heron's wing ! Arch-felon, art thou caught ? Hold, stubborn string ! The hazel he has launch'd — he mounts in air. The wood's too pond'rous for his flight to bear. 168 THE ANGLER. He drops I plunge. Jowler, gripe the wearied prey, Thejudgment dealing knife the thief shall slay : Thy skin, for terror to the ravening race, Expanded wide, some spacious wall shall grace. Mild is the winter, merry is the game, My tongue no more shall Suffolk's streams defame. Full in the middle of the (c) bounding line. Which these to Norfolk's open pastures join, Two neighbour founts with adverse currents run. That seeks the setting, this the rising sun : Thence OusE, the less, his humble stores obtains, And Waveney (d) hence his nobler waters gains ; Harlstone's fam'd kine by limpid Waveney graze, And Bungay from her height his stream surveys : Between them Wortwell, near the public way, Extends her straw-thatch 'd huts and walls of clav. (r) Lophum Ford. (d) Waveney is the county river which divides Norfolk from Suffolk. THE ANGLER. 169 Her croaking fen the Angler's hopes will bless, Come and with me rich Waveney's wealth possess ; Roach, Gudgeon, Dace, our playful art shall feel— Our serious skill huge Pike and pondVous (e)Eel; («) The Eel may be taken by angling with a ledger-bait, or by sni(j(jliny, a.nd bobbinf/ . The best baits are powdered beef, lob or garden worm, minnow, gut of fowl, or of any fish, for he is very greedy, and a small lamprey. Eels sel- dom stir in the day-time, and are caught in greatest quanti- ties by night-lines. Sniggling is thus performed : Take an ordinary sized needle j whip it only about the middle part, to three inches of the strongest fine twine, waxed, and fastened to several yards of whip-cord or pack-thread. Thrust the end of your needle into the head end of a large lob-worm, and draw him on, till you have got it to the mid- dle of the worm; then in the end of a small long stick, which you may fix into one joint or more of your rod, let there be stuck another needle, fastened well from slipping out, with about half an inch of the point appearing. Put this also into the head of the baited worm, and holding the whole length of the cord in your hand, together with the stick, thrust your bait between the cleft of any clods or piles in shallow water, till you have lost sight of it j then I no THE ANGLER. Bright Carp the drag — Tench shall the bonnet fill, And Pearcii in plenty teize the diving quill. softly draw your stick away, layiug it aside, keeping the line still in your hand, till you perceive it to draw, and after some time strike ; but you must tire him well, before you attempt to land him. The needle, which before this lay buried in the worm, will by the stroke be pulled quite across the throat of the Eel, and hold him fast. When he is landed, you may, by squeezing' one of the points through the skin, draw that and the whole line after it, w ithout the trouble attending dislodging a hook. Bobbing is per- formed by stringing a large number of worms with a ueedlt on a fine but strong packthread, running them from liead to tail, till you have strung about a pound ; then wrapping them about a dozen times round your hand, tie them fast with the two ends of the thread, that they may hang in hanks or links; fasten these to a strong cord about two yards long; and about eight inches above the worms tie a knot ; upon this let a plummet of lead rest, being bored through, that it juay easily slip to and fro ; tie this cord to a strong taper pole about three yards long, and angle uitli this in a muddy water, in the deeper sides of streams. The Eels will tug at it eagerly; then draw u[) worms uud THE ANGLER. 171 Along the stream, in the sweet summer eve, Our little Gondola her path shall cleave. While we at ease the sloping hill admire, By Ceres drest in plenty's rich attire. The cultur'd hills a range of gardens seem, Behind their tops sinks the day's golden beam ; And Red'nhall's awful tower looking o'er The river views, and alder-shaded shore. Or, if you'd rather northern landscapes share, The mountains climb and breathe a purer air ; Seas, rivers, rocks, and vales in prospect lie In the vast circle of the bounding sky. There, in perfection, angling joys partake, And steer by compass o'er the sea broad lake. Eels, uot with a jerk, but a steady, swift and even hand ; and giving it a smart twitch, shake them suddenly off on land, or into your boat, or which is best, into a floating box, with a handle to direct so as to lie most convenient for your purpose. You may take this way, three or four at a time. Snig-gling and Bobbing' are only used for Eel-fxshing. I 2 172 THE ANGLER. On (/) Winder's banks a solar journey 'stray. There wallow Trout no Suffolk line can weigh ; There Pcarch gigantic cut the foaming wave, Whose force thepow'r of all your lines will brave. There too, desirM by nations from afar, Swims the bright beauty of the luscious Charr. Those meres surpass in size — yet less ones claim A no mean share of piscatory fame : Do not despise those ponds whose waters sleep Sweet o'er the golden cruso, and the heap Of fattening bream, while the Carp's radiant scale. And sleeker Tench their oozy nymphs regale. From Ipswich eastward, whore, for annual gold, Fleet coursers thunder o'er (lie dusty mould. Three reservoirs will tliere refresh your eye — Broad in tlic warren's swampy dale tiioy lie: (/) Winder-more in Westmoreland, so called by the people residing there ; but properly Wiuaudcr-mere. THE ANGLER. 173 There tutor'd fowl (g) their fellow fowl betray, Wheedled from starving climes by promis'd prey. Sly , from behind his art-wove skreen of reed, The master casts the grain, the scholars feed; The foreign guests steal on, and unaware. Flutter and perish in his ambush'd snare. — — Those waters, stor'd from many a secret sluice, Patrician and plebeian fins produce. The Pike, an emperor, maintains his state, Roach die by thousands, for his mouth is fate ; If Roach you scorn, the nobler Bream shall grace, Your haughty triumph with his captiv'd race : (g) The Decoy-ducks fly abroad, as some conjecture into Holland and Germany, and perhaps farther, where they meet with others of their own kind, and consorting with them, they, by some ait, draw tog-ether a vast number of fowls, and kidnap them from their own country; for being once brought out of their knowledge, they followthe decoys as a dog follows a sportsman, and these subtle creatures return with a vast flight of fowls in their company, after having been absent for several weeks together. 174 THE ANGLER. Or if, perchance, war's cv'ry art should fail. And heartless, homeward your tir'd steps you trail. Some beauteous landscape may relieve your pain, The pride of summer in her ev'ning's reign. For the road rises to a gentle hill, Where the chaste painter's eye might draw its fill. Hence pleasing Ipswich, on the right we hail — Her roofs and temples clustered in the vale : Her river, on the left, expands its tide, And, moor'd afar, diminished vessels ride. But these are deviations from the scheme Of angling, which should be our proper theme ; Some casual, some subject parts do play In the sweet drama of an Angler's day. Our point is pastime. Angling is the means, Ponds, lakes and rivers form the shifting scenes : Captures of fish the sly intrigue employ, And changing place diversifies the joy. Such sports you'll find, if you in Suffolk's clime Stay till the ruddy summer pass its prime. THE ANGLER. 175 From Ipswich seaward, there the moory land Sinks in a bason, scoop'd by Nature's hand, With many a bay and many a winding creek, Whose pools with pleasing exhalations reek : King'sfleet the name, which vulgar clowns impose, The lake Elysian, what the Muse bestow^s. When the staunch hound his perplex'd quart'rings tries, And vvhirring pheasants from the stubble rise, There have I often dipp'd my annual quill, And oft with pleasure view'd the bordering hill. There the new bow-net's double concave sweeps The slimy Tench, fam'd Celsus(A) of the deeps ; — There flounce the wanton Roach, our play begins. We throng our floating well w^'th crimson fins. (h) Celsus was a famous Roman physician in tlie reigu of the Emperoi' Tiberius ; and a certain unctuous slime, peculiar to the Tench, has been supposed to be medicinal to the other fish. See Camden's Britan. p. 322. 176 THE ANGLER. Now Ch.\ron(0 plies the splashing oar, and now The level of a long canal we plough : In even row. on citl'.cr side is seen The tall rush waving in his coat of green. To Deben's(A') banks the watVy visto tends, And Baudsey's towV the length'ning prospect ends. Our Roach we spit, the rolling trimmers(/) cast, Commend them to the breeze, and break our fast. (/) Charon, the boatman, in Heathen mytholog-y. (A) Deben, Woodbi-icl;^c river in Suffolk. It rises near Meudlcsham, runs by Dcbeuham and Woodbridgc, and falls into the sea at Baudsey haven. (J) Trimmers. — Another mode of fishing for Pike, as fol- lows : a Trimmer is a small cylinder of wood 3 about the middle, which is tunned to a less diameter, is wound a quantity of g-ood strong- pack-thread, twelve or fifteen yards or thereabouts. A yard thereof is let to hang down, and is tied to the armed wire of a jack-hook, after a living roach hath been put on the said hook iu the manner before described in lay-hook fishing. The trimmer, thus furnished, is cast upon the water to seek its fortune. If a Pike take the bait he runs the line otf the trimmer, and carries both away with him to the reeds near the shore. Tliese live baits THE ANGLER. 177 We raven down our homely wholesome meal — (No joys, like these, high-pamper'd gluttons feel) Beneath a lowly roof our skiffs retreat From wet Orion and the Dog-star's heat. O Thornton, (w) w^ho has taught us how to join, In these, our sports, the fair sex near divine — may be attached to the body of a goose or duck, and driven across a pond ; or to bladders, boughs, bundles of straw, hay or flags, to swim down a river, whilst the Angler walks at ease along the shore, watching the event. (m) Colonel Thornton, the well known Author of the Sporting Tour to Scotland, and other works of like nature. The Colonel's nev: mode of Fishing with fox-hounds, as he terms it, is very little more than the old scheme of the Trimmer revived, and embellished : but he well deserves the eulogies of all Anglers, for having contrived to make these hitherto solitary sports agreeable to the fair sex, and to render aquatic excursions the most pleasing amusements imaginable. His description of it is as follows : " In order to describe this mode of fishing it may be necessary to observe, that I make use of pieces of cork of a conical form, all differently painted, and named after fovourite hounds 5 and trifling wagers are made on their success, which add I 5 178 THE ANGLER. (Who add a zect to ev'ry joy ^ve taste, And ^Yould an Eden make of barren waste) To thee, keen sportsm.an, utmost praise is due ! No SOLITARY pastimes we pursue, Sinee females grace and ornament the view. O, Woman! soother of our eartldy care! What bliss awaits, when you our pleasures share ! rather to the spirit of the sport." — " The mode of baitin-jj tliem is by placing a live bait Avhich han^s at the end of a line of one yard and a half long-, fastened only. so slightly that on the Pike's striking-, tvo or throe yards more may run off to enable him to gorge his bait. If more line is nsed it will prevent the sport that attends his diving and carrying under water the hound ; which being thus pursued in a boat down the wind (the course they always take) affords very excellent amusement ; and where Pike, or large Pcaroh or even Trout, are in plenty, before the hunters, (if I may so term these fishers) have run down the first Pike, others are seen coming towards them, with a velocity propor- tionable to the fish that is at them."" — " In a fine summer's evening, with a pleasant party, I have had excellent diversion; and it is, in fact, the ynost adapted of any for ladies, whose company gives a gusto to all parties.'^ THE ANGLER. 179 With buoyant heart, Man soars beyond his sphere, When his reward — th' applauses of the fair ; No scenes more suited are to themes of love. Than whilst on rivers' banks you fish and rove ; T' instruct the fair the happy lover tries, And grateful she rewards him with her eyes. No longer then our Angling sports disdain. Since (n) Venus sprung from Ocean poets feign. Rising all beauteous from the briny main : As, of our grief, do thou partake our pleasure — Our life, our heart, our soul, our earthly treasure ! But now, the rising cloud a tempest breeds — The w^est wind w^histles in the rustling reeds, And ruffles into foam the darkening lake. Full on its face the pond'rous vapours break— {n) Venus, in the Heathen mythology. 180 THE ANGLER. Down pours the clatt'ring rain, and lar and nigh Smokes the black landscape, and the hazy sky. .* * * * * * * Tir liorizon brightens, from the dripping sprays Sweet mellow notes salute th' emerging rays ; Our moorings we unloose, we ply the main, Like jolly mariners we cruise — for gain : Alert with hope, each eagle-eye explores The middle water, and the reedy shores. Numbering our scattered buoys ; with busy hands. And shouts that echo from the distant lands ; We haul our lines, our little smack we freight With Pike \vhich match w ith any Salmon's weight. With sport well satisfied, we fish no more — We hoist the sail, or else we ply the oar: THE ANGLER. 181 And as our little bark swift glides along, Some Angler cries, — " Come, Ladies, sing a song!" " Bravo !'' resounds from every moiitli — all hands Applaud the motion, and each heart expands. Some Syren's voice, as sweet as that of yore, Which drew Ulysses to the Circean shore, Now warbles out a strain that melts the heart, Each feels that pleasure, which each would im- part. With voice more rough— a tenor, pleasing strong. Some gentleman trolls out The Angler's Song : Each sex successively its skill displays. And each grows louder in the other's praise ; At intervals, th' enliv'ning glass goes round. And the day's sport with ev'ning's mirth is crown'd. This scene with those, the town affords, compare, And say which ye prefer, ye thinking fair ! 182 THE ANGLER. C'an midnight revels, and wax-taper gloom, A suffocating throng, and heated room. Insipid masks, and more insipid faces, Furrow'd by dissipation's plough-like traces ; Can cards and dice, and health-destroying hours, Delight like Angling-scenes, Iake>.\ streams and bow'rs ? Consult your reason — nay, consult your glass, Alike they'll tell you rural scenes surpass. For whilst complaints of fashion ihey renu.ve. Vour nn'nd, your health, your beauty they"!! im- prove. 1 love the man who angles and who rhymes — Whose heart witli mine in pleasing humour chimes ; Let him my roof, my frugal viands share. And leave to avarice all worldly care. Now let's have done — the woodman, tir'd, gives o'er, His sounding steel the echo mocks no more, THE ANGLER. 183 The sharp clear sky, and stifPning clod foreshew Another stmging night ; dear stream adieu I Ere long our sporting visit we'll renew. CANTO X. CONCLUSION. CANTO X. Though rude itself, March does its welcome bring, We gladly hail the harbinger of Spring. Though chill north winds confine us within doors, And buried deep in snow lie fields, heaths, moors, Yet after winter's dearth, we hope to see All nature from her ice-bound chains set free. Imagination paints Spring's cheering reign. Though oft delay'd by frost, snow, sleet and rain. 188 THE ANGLER. Which blight the tree, and cut the tender plant, And hope of plenty change to fear of want. For, lo ! where late the healthy bud bid fair. To prove fore-runner of a plenteous year ; Wither 'd and black, the gard'ner rues the change, Which his late sanguine prospect does derange : So sees some mother her lov'd infant play, This instant well — the next — a lifeless clay ; Bemoans the fate, her care could not prevent. And, though resigned, continues to lament. Yet Patience is a virtue,— rare 1 grant, And what experience shows the wisest want. Some men will boast in courage they excel — The greatest courage lies in suffering well: They only death in their own persons brave, And hope to lose their sorrows in the grave; The deepest of all sorrows man can {)rove. Death of all deaths ! is tliat of those we love. But still there's hope — a hope beyond despair. — I'hat we shall all to one blest scene repair. THE ANGLER. 189 Then let us feel for others as we would Feel for ourselves, if we in their place stood ; But, in both cases, feel as should a man — 'Tis God ordains, — submit we to his plan. Each worldly pleasure's balanced by some pain, Yet hope is giv'n us of — Eternal Gain ; Impartial justice holds the scale of fate, To check our pride, and make us know our state. Though storms and tempests now deface the scene. Yet may they usher in a Spring serene ; The vernal verdure soon will re-appear, The vivid green each heart — each eye — will cheer, And we shall brood no more o'er prospects drear ; Reluctant Winter will her sway resign, No more with icy-bonds the earth confine ; The husbandman will re-assume his toil, The Angler forward look to finny spoil ; — Again the fishing-tackle will prepare. Laid by in winter with the utmost care; 190 THE ANGLER. The rod, the line, the reel, the float, the lead. The hook, the mimic fly, — before him spread. Will pass review — for who would gain his end, Should the minutiae of his craft attend. Of verdant plains again will be his dreams, His waking visions — rivers — purling streams; Former delights will pass him in review. Which he will be impatient to renew. Three seasons, thus, of the revolving year — Spring, Summer, Autumn, all but Winter drear, In flow'ry meadows let me ever live, And taste the joys, which crystal streams can give; In unison to whose harmonious sound, My joyous heart and dancing float rebound! Stretched at my ease, thus let me view the dove Court his chaste mate, and tempt the scenes ol" love ! Or rove, all harmless on some river's brink, Where I may see my cork disportive sink, With eager bite of Pearch, or Trout, or Dace, Or Salmon, pride of all the finny race ; THE ANGLER. 191 Or those which in the flood's fair bosom swim, Deep lodgM, or wanton on the crystal brim ! Thus, with a fair one, with a friend or book, Let me e'er ^Yander near some murmVing brook ! Or, when keen hunger prompts me, take a seat. And take, with appetite, my homely meat ; — See the beginning and the end of day. And pass in contemplation time away ; There angle quietly on, and passage crave To an expected — and a welcome grave ! ( 193 ) TROUT HALL; A Sony^ Bright blazed the fire of crackling wood, And threw around a cheerful gleam 5 In front a vast oak table stood— A bacon-rack hung from the beam : Pipes, mugs, the chimney-piece well gracM, — In rows the fishing-rods hung o'er •, On each side Otter-skins were placed. — Rap ! Rap ! Cries Dame — " Who's at the door ?" Chorus. Some jolly Anglers loud they bawl, T' enjoy the pastime of Trout-Hall. Bright as her fire glow'd Dame's plump face As her old friends she welcom'd kind 5 " Here ! Joan and Dolly, clear the place, " And tap the humming ale, d'ye mind? " First fetch my bottle of right Nantz, " The ev'ning air is keen and raw ; " My friends of cold shall run no chance — " You'll pledge me, gentlemen, I know." Chorus. Come jolly Anglei's, one and all, You're kindly welcome to Trout-Hall. K 194 TROUT HALL. 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