SONG. On thy banks, limpid Thames, as I stand, As the breeze flows refreshing and bland, Nor thy waters alone can delight, The herbage, the landscape, appear To enrapture my wandering sight, As the music of birds charms the ear. If my cork, faithful friend, sinks below, In the sunbeams he glitters, for liberty tries, Your heroes, (I sing), round the world let them Or for honour seek death in the field; We anglers are happy, in quiet at home, With such sports as the rivulets yield. [roam, At our humble pursuits let the casuist go frown, But not like the lowman, bred up in the town, Such are our pleasures the summer's day long, While there's fish in the streamlets or brooks, In praise of the angler, let this be our song, Who delight in the line and the hook. SONG. My lover he lives by the pure river side, The rod in his hand, and line on his reel, The soft tone of waters that glide through the lea, No vice mais his fame, but gently he plies, Exeter, 1767. BALLAD. Written, but never published, on a fracas al a Meeting of Anglers at the Duke of Buccleuch's seat in Scotland. On Tweed's fair banks a castle stands "Twas in the days of angling feats, That Wilson on a visit came, With many an angling knight, Duke Buccleuch said, come, seated be, And, ladies kind, who honour me, It would be long to give detail For choicest meats, and richest viands, A banquet such was scarcely seen, Now, cloth withdrawn, and dinner o'er, Was on the table placed A cup of curious massive gold, This Buccleuch took in both his hands, A health I give, long may he live, Then to his lips he press'd the cup, And unto Wilson next he said, That thou hast gained renown.* The writer of this affirms. that the Professor had, the day alluded to, killed eleven dozen of trout and three salmon, in less than three hours. Oft had the goblet flow'd with wine, When Wilson rose with pleasantry, "Jim Hogg," said he, "a toast I give, Jim Hogg raised up his nervous arm, Christopher North, with downcast look, "I own the fault in me, For such a liberty. The boon old Kit has craved is given, But first a reprimand; Gave Buccleuch, in demand. Hogg had frequently remonstrated with Blackwood's people about the liberty they took with his conversations in the NOCTES, but little or no attention was paid to him. At last he grew very testy upon the subject. This was the cause of his taking the Professor's joke so hotly up at this convivial party. The Duke of Buccleuch was a kind friend to the shepherd. R. B. |