Now, as an angler melancholy standing Justly would all lovers of the "gentle-craft wax wroth with us, were we to omit to chronicle in this month of April the commencement of their patient labours. In these fresh early spring mornings the spirit of old Izaak Walton stirs in many a breast, and though the words of the following song may not find an utterance from the lips-the feelings embodied in the words are aroused in many a youth, and drive him forth at dawn with fishing-tackle slung around him and a good AN ANGLER'S SONG. To an osier-hedge we get We do chace, We are still contented. Or we sometimes pass an hour That defends us from a shower, Making earth our pillow; Where we may Think and pray, Are but toys And to be lamented. IZAAK WALTON. 169 Here from old Izaak Walton's book again we find such a pleasant picture of a contemplative fisherman's peace of mind that we cannot resist laying it before our readers. "My next and last example"-the good old man is pleading eloquently though quaintly, for the morality of his favourite sport-" shall be that undervaluer of money the late Provost of Eton College, Sir Henry Wotton, a man with whom I have often fished and conversed, a man whose foreign employments in the service of this nation, and whose experience, learning, wit, and cheerfulness, made his company to be esteemed one of the delights of mankind; this man, whose very approbation of angling were sufficient to convince any modest censurer of it, this man was also a most dear lover and frequent practiser of the art of angling; of which he would say, 'Twas an employment for his idle time, which was then not 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 that possessed and practised it.' Indeed, my friend, you will find angling to be like the virtue of humility, which has a calmness of spirit and a world of other blessings attending upon it. "Sir, it was the saying of that learned man, and I do easily believe that peace and patience and a calm content did cohabit in the cheerful heart of Sir Henry Wotton, because I know, when he was beyond seventy years of age, he made this description of a part of the present pleasures that possessed him, as he sate quietly in a summer's evening on a bank a-fishing; it is a description of the spring, which because it glided as softly and sweetly from his pen, as that river does at this time, by which it was then made, I shall repeat it unto you : This day Dame Nature seem'd in love; There stood my friend with patient skill, Already were the caves possest With the swift pilgrim's daubéd nest : |