declared of Sir Henry Wotton, by Mr. Izaak Walton, in his life of that excellent scholar. And may your no less learned and esteemed kinsman have all his wishes: for these I know to be full of moderateness, peace and contentment, and to have their beginning and ending in his blessed Master's service. ANGLER.--And, if I may prophesy of him, he shall one day be called to a higher and more careful charge in the Church than he now hath : this I believe, and heartily desire. And so, here's a distant health to thee, 'HENRICE, MI OCELLE, from the banks of Dove to Tibur. PAINTER.-Salveto! Henrice, mi ocelle.'ANGLER. As Sir Henry Wotton was called by that learned Italian ALBERICUS GENTILIS, and by divers of Sir Henry's dearest friends, and many other persons of note during his stay in the University.*-And now, brother, do you look and see if you have chanced to make a catch. PAINTER.-HOW now?-my float has disappeared!-Trust me I have a knabble-there is a large trout has taken me. I thought that was a likely fall-see how he turns and wriggles, and how he throws off tuggingly. Here is an angler's delight! and all this on the margin of the Dove! ANGLER.-Beware of him; thus— PAINTER.-By your leave, Sir! let me have all the honour to myself: so, so-now he dives * Walton's Life of Sir Henry Wotton. down, and up again with a leap; look at his twistings and turnings! ANGLER.-Aye, he'll soon give over. There, now we may net him, and a fine fish he is; not less than two pounds weight. What would your master Walton say to this? PAINTER. I hope he would applaud me. ANGLER.-Come, try for another; this is a likely hole. Look you, there's another bite; now check him-ah! he's broke away. PAINTER. Indeed he has : I'm sorry I lost him. I'll try again-look you! once more! now, Sir tumbler, you may do your worst. ANGLER.-Point the top of your rod to those cliffs; you are all right;-see how he shakes the tackle, give him line, for he's a strong fish. PAINTER. Trust me, he's bigger than the last; the water is so clear you may see him struggle now he drives against the stream. ANGLER.-Turn him back, or you may lose him behind that stone. "Tis well done-why what a dangerous man are you!"'-here's the net, and now he is landed! PAINTER. I thank you. This is a sport indeed! Oh the contentment of happy anglers! how many years I have lost since you first invited me to go a-fishing: but I was then deaf to your persuasions, and I would never believe Well, I declare it hath a gayness that is admirable. But come, I would not be so selfish as to wish for more, until I see you handle a trout. you. ANGLER.-Well ;-let us try lower down. But first of all let us have a song; and do you begin. PAINTER. What shall I sing? ANGLER. Let it be that sonnet to the spring in Sir John Davies's Astrea- Earth now is 'green, and heaven is blue. PAINTER.-Well-and so it shall. E-arth now is green, and heaven is blue; L-ively spring which makes all new, J-olly spring doth enter; S-weet young sunbeams do subdue A-ngry aged winter. B-lasts are mild, and seas are calm, E-v'ry meadow flows with balm, T-he earth wears all her riches; H-armonious birds sing such a psalm A-s ear and heart bewitches. R-eserve, sweet spring, this nymph of our's, G-reen garlands never wasting; I-n her shall last our state's fair spring, N-ow and for ever flourishing A-s long as heav'n is lasting!' ANGLER. I thank you, and now because you have sung these cheerful verses, I'll give you a song, apt both for viols and voices," by John Wilbye. PAINTER.-Come then! and sing it finely. Happy streams, whose trembling fall, With sweet melody delighting, Hath moved her flinty and relentless heart And set securely in these downs apart, Sing on and carol forth your glee, She grants you leave her 'rays to see.' PAINTER. An exceeding sweet melody, and I beseech you sing it over again; and after that I shall be ready to go with you. So-I like it even better than at first. ANGLER.-Come now, let us pack up the wallet, and take our walk. PAINTER.-I am all ready. But what is here? we are come to a stop. ANGLER.-Away with you: 'tis a sound footing at bottom, and scarce knee deep. PAINTER.-Halt, good Sir; you do not expect me to walk into the river. ANGLER. If you are resolved against it, here you may stay; for you see how the river washes the very basement of this perpendicular rock, and climb you cannot. Come, Sir, follow me bravely it is but a spit and a stride,' or I'll carry you mounted a pick-back. 6 PAINTER -Oh! let it not be said. What man dare, I dare;' so lead on, I'll truss up my hose, and be after you. Ab me! I was up to my knees; but now I am well past. ANGLER. If you will be a fisher, never fear, for it is your proper element: but, Sir, did you hear that trout by the further bank? PAINTER.-You may be sure I did, and saw him too. ANGLER. Well then, I must needs in and wade, if I would twist my fly thither. PAINTER. Trust me, I am not coming after you. I find nothing of that in my master's book; he declares, how the very sitting by the river's side is not only the quietest and fittest 'place for contemplation, but will invite an 'angler to it; and think you, he would bring his scholar to sit under an honeysuckle hedge, and express his cheerfulness when he reclined himself on the primrose bank,' if he meant him to wabble in the water? and I beseech you, call to mind those thoughts of his, which he turned into verse, when he sat on the grass, and there wished to meditate his time away,' 6 ANGLER.-Tis all very true; nevertheless, Mr. Walton himself must at sometimes be contented to wet his boots, if he would fill his pannier out of the Dove; wherefore, delicate Mr. PICTOR, I now leave you to meditate on the silent pleasures of this flowery bank; So sit you still, And watch your quill, While I the trout entangle. PAINTER.That will I do; and you may be as big-hearted and get as wet as you list :-but harkye, Sir; be not over-confident, or you may haste only to stumble. Call to your remembrance Mr. Boyle's Treatise of ANGLING IMPROVED TO 'SPIRITUAL USES,' how Eugenius, having ‘espied |