'thren builded the altar of the God of Ifrael, and offered the DAILY OFFERINGS, according to the custom, as the duty of every day re< quired, and afterward the continual fervices of all the SET FEASTS THAT WERE CONSE'CRATED.' + Did the Spirit of God thus kindle the affections of the Ifraelites as one man?' And is His arm fhortened that He cannot deliver? Then I may never believe that our kings, and the nobles and people of this christian land, and her merchants and traffickers, who are 'princes and the honourable of the earth,' will ornament their own ceiled houses and tables with the pride of gold and precious things, and leave the temples of their mafter, who died for them, as a cottage in a vineyard, as a lodge in 'a garden of cucumbers.' §

Painter. I declare, dear brother, your fond hopes make my heart burn within me; and I will believe and pray that our altars and fonts, and the holy facraments, fhall be established in the affections of the people of England and this branch of the CATHOLIC CHURCH spread her fhadowing influence far and near, and carry forth our name and religion to the most distant regions. Then may we see that oneness of the

† Ezra iii.

Ifa. xxiii. 8.

§ If. i. 8.

church restored, which holy Ignatius speaks of, when the Prefbytery was fo fitted together into 'the Bishop as ftrings into a harp, and when Jefus Chrift was fung in unity of mind, and 'the ancient one-voiced hymn of love was fung, 'the people, man by man, being the harmonious 'chorus.'* But no more of this.

Angler. Well then, tell me how you slept. Painter. To be honest, I was fo weary after our walk from Derby, I could not rouse myself till mine hoft entered my chamber, and told me you were up and dreft.

Angler. Well! do not mock at me, if I confefs I had many dreams glided into my mind, concerning the Dove and that meek mafter of angling, Mr. Izaak Walton. And fuch was the confufion of my thoughts, I was deluded into a belief that I went a fishing with him.

Painter. Went a-fishing in your dreams, with Mr. Izaak Walton! that's brave! an excellent conceit !

Angler. It is a truth; and yet by a strange perversity I was ever detained on the oppofite fide of the river from him; and as he looked upon me with a benevolent afpect, his very

* S. Ignatius: Epift. ad Ephefiois, iii. 4.

garb and gefture were full of primitive composure.

Painter. Worthy difciple of a benevolent mafter! And there you could peruse the very dress and bearing of PISCATOR, as you went afishing with him. Oh! the mysteries of this craft of angling! And did you converse nothing with the ferene old gentleman ?

Angler. Sometimes I effayed to speak with him, but he placed his finger on his lip, in token of a mutual filence. Then I dreamed that he caught a basket full of fishes with his worms, and I meanwhile was not able to take one. Whereupon methought I climbed a rock to come at him, that I might have a part in his recreation on the other fide the river; but when I would have struggled to go over the rock, I was hindered by an invifible check; and being in danger of falling, I attempted to call out to him for affiftance; but then my voice faulted, and I could not perfuade him to give me an answer; for he would only beckon me to filence by placing his finger on his lip.

Painter. Ah! ha! ha! And all the while this meek mafter of anglers went on to ply his art, and catch fishes, and now and then was fo condescending as to look upon you with a benevolent afpect?

Angler. Nevertheless methought it uncivil in him not to be more troubled to see me dangling on the rock.

Painter. It was all because of his sweetness and serenity; for doubt not he felt a pity for your unpleasantnefs: and what other accidents befell you in this pleasant dream of yours?

Angler. I was all in a confufion of thoughts ; sometimes I tangled my fishing-harness on the branches of the trees; and after that a great fish carried it all away with the top joint of my rod, juft as I thought to land him; then again I found myself on the slippery sides of Hanfon Toot; and just as but here comes

the hoft.

Hoft. Gentlemen, your fervant. I hope you slept foundly, and found the beds to your liking?

Painter. Excellent well: and pleasant dreams to boot: for this gentleman

Angler. Hufh! hush! — — your finger on 'your lip.'

Painter. I understand:-come, Mr. Marsh, let us have a light breakfast, a morning cup of barley wine, with a manchet or two, or an oaten cake, and then for Beresford Hall, and Mr. Cotton's fishing-house. What are you for, brother?

Angler. I care not if it be ale, or fweet whey fresh from the cheese-vat, so you give me fuch an oaten cake as we had yesterday.

Hoft. Gentlemen, here they are at your fervice. And now, if it please you, I'll be your willing guide to Beresford Hall.

Angler. If you are in earnest and your own business will permit, we shall be greatly beholden to you.

Hoft. I have occafion towards Hartington; and the Hall ftands by the road.

Painter. I'm glad to hear it: fo, by your leave, we'll light our pipes, and whiff a counterblaft* to King James, of peaceable memory. Now, brother, en avant;' I am ready for as many measures of Derbyshire miles as a reasonable, courteous gentleman may challenge. Angler. You are mettlesome betimes; and

we may

chance to put you to the trial.

Hoft. Sir, two miles will fuffice to bring us

* His Majesty had so great a distaste to the use of the weed, that he wrote a treatise against it, intituled, 'A 'COUNTERBLAST TO TOBACCO.' It was re-published in 4to. in 1672, with a learned discourse by Dr. 'Everard Maynwaring, proving that tobacco is a pro'curing cause of the scurvy.' This royal pedantic treatife is thought to be a confiderable counterblast' to His Majesty's fame as an author.-Ed.