Of beast and bird, Enough we've heard, By crack as loud as thunder; So now they dish A monster Fish, For those that bite at wonders. The sullion wench Did catch a Tench, Had made his hole Snug shelt'd by some logs, Sir. Sans water He Had liv'd, d'ye see, Beneath these roots of wood, Sir, And there, alack! Flat on his back, Had lain since Noah's flood, Sir. Now he's in stew, For public gout, And fed with lettuce-coss, Sir, In hopes the town Will gulp him down, With good humbugging sauce, Sir. NIM. THE ANGLER AND HIS FLOAT. Far away from the noise and deceptions of trade, Through the rude winding paths by simplicity made, I take me at morn, as the day star appears, And the lark, from above, with his song sweetly cheers; By the swift winding Lea, full of rapture I tread, On the gay painted carpets kind Nature has spread. As my float down the current goes dancing along, Like my float is false friendship, it flatters the eye, ICHTUS. THE ANGLER'S WAND. How oft times with my rod in hand, The sky, perchance, looks fair and bright, We plunge and strive from spot to spot, In wonderment at our ill-luck, In daily life the same we see, When hope mounts on the wing; Our means to ends may not agree, And grief from labour spring. Again, sometimes, the day is sour, Fair sport seems not within our power, But here, again, at fault we are, And fish in scores come wide and far, In life's career the same we see, A moral, too, your line may point, The same in life when ills assail, Perplex'd with mischiefs rank, Patience and skill will seldom fail To unloose the knotted hank. ROBIN GREY. Robin Grey, an Angler, Liv'd by Eden water; And always took the rod, When aught was the matter, By sound calculation, No error could betray, That with the rod and creel, Distress it flew away. In olden times the Rod, Its healing powers made known, Among the wand'ring tribes. Laid under Heaven's frown; They look'd to it, and liv'd, What'er their ills might be ; It brought the healing balm, And banish'd misery. Ills in a like degree, The angler's rod, it soothes, The jaring and the sad, It brightens and it smooths; And when his mind commun'd With nature's rich display ; This always cheer'd the heart Of honest Robin Grey. His rod prov'd the emblem, Of pleasure and delight ; He smil'd on it by day, B And dreamt of it by night; |