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And oft the flowing bowl went round,

And oft was fill'd anew,

Until Aurora usher'd in

Her streaks of varied hue.

Then each unto his chamber went,
To sleep an hour away,

Until the footman wak'd them up,
To fish the live-long day.

LINES.

No more the angler's silent trade
I ply aside my tackle's laid;
My hooks are rusted; of my flies
Consuming moths have made a prize.
At dewy morn or evening grey
With rod in hand no more I stray
By Teviot, Bowmont, Hail, or Tweed,
By Liddel, Yarrow Foot, or Reid,
By Glen or Coquet, Till or Tyne ;-
'Tis three years since I wet a line!
For fishing I am "off the hooks ;"
I've also shelved my angling books;
Old Walton's page no more I con,
Young Stephen's occupation's gone!
Young Stephen once,-now, well-a-day,
He's forty-two, and turning grey.
18th May. 1841.

STEPHEN OLIVER.

SONG.

BY CHARMING WANSBECK SIDE.

O! Mary, look, how sweetly Spring
Revives each opening flower,

Here in this copse, where thrushes sing,
I'll form a summer bower;
Beneath whose shade, in sultry day,

We'll see the river glide,

And trouts their sportive gambols play, On charming Wansbeck side.

At morn I'll mark how softly shine
Thy eye so deeply blue;

Or, tempted thereby, press to mine
Thy lips so rosy hue.

To breathe the wholesome air, we'll rove

Among the hazles wide,

And rest betimes to speak of love,
By charming Wansbeck side,

With rod in hand, and gentle gale,
We'll tread the banks so fair:
The violet sweet and cowslip pale,
We'll pluck to wreath thy hair.
By rocky banks and gushing streams
Thy graceful steps I'll guide,
To spots where nature loveliest seenis,
By charming Wansbeck side.

And when we've seen each rocky dale,
Where hang the dews of morn,
Each winding, deep, romantic vale,

Each snow-white blossom'd thorn;
From every charm I'll turn to you,
And think my loving bride

More sweet than aught that meets my view
By charming Wansbeck side.

LINES,

When smiling felicity warbles her song,
The soul-touching numbers harmoniously flow,
The moments of gladness come swiftly along,
And bid all the feelings of ecstacy glow.

Thus, reclined with his rod, by the banks of a brook The swain of the mountains melodiously sung; Joy trilled in the sound of his musical tongue, The sunshine of happiness beamed in his look.

THE BARD OF GLAMORGAN.

WE'RE ALL FISHING.

(A PARODY.)

We're all fishing, fish, fish, fishing,
We're all fishing, in country and in town ;
When a very little boy, a fishing he will go,

But should his parents find him out, he'd often catch a blow;

Sometimes he'd play the wag with a worm upon his

pin,

But if he does not mind he'll slip and tumble in.

For we're all a fishing, &c.

As the boy gets older, his courage it gets bolder,
His rod and line he throws aside to fish another way;
In the first place, I opine, all endeavours he will try,
To court the pretty girls, and that too on the sly,
Though scarcely in his teens he is thinking of a wife.
So we're all a fishing, &c.

There are many yet are fishers, fish, fish, fishers,
But to enumerate them would be an endless task;
The lawyer he goes fishing for a client, and should he
Catch a gudgeon, he'd very soon go fishing for his

fee;

For myself, too, I go fishing, and if a smile I cause, Shall have caught the fish I fish'd for-your very kind applause.

So we're all a fishing, &c.

ANGLING.

Of all the recreations which

Attend on human nature,

There's none that's of so high a pitch

Or is of such a stature,

As is the subtile angler's life,

In all men's approbation;
For angler's tricks do daily mix,
In every corporation.

Whilst Eve and Adam liv'd in love,
And had no cause for jangling,
The devil did the waters move,
The serpent went to angling ;
He baits his hook with god-like look,
Thought he, this will entangle her,
By this ye all may plainly see,
That the devil was first an angler.

Physicians, lawyers, and divines,
Are almost neat entanglers;
And he that looketh fine, will find

That most of them are anglers.
Whilst grave divines do fish for souls,
Physicians, like curmudgeons,

They bait with health, we fish for wealth, And lawyers fish for gudgeons.

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