seen most and tasted least; or those, which are well-known but put out of season. These last have the romance of the first and last rose. People who will pass ten thousand lovelier buds in the heyday of ripe June, will stop to gather one pink bud in April, or an amber one in December. So fishes will fall upon an early worm or a belated chafer with a zest they never knew when these luxuries were cheap. Ground baiting is not a mere soup kitchen to attract the hungry shoals, to collect them as a convenient audience for the evangelical oratory of the sneckhook. It is even more an educational work. Balls of mud with bran, gentles or minced worm, are intended to make cereals or small flesh foods familiar to fishy palates, and so acceptable. Neither flour, meat, flies, nor lob worms grow of themselves in rivers. Many a catchworthy creature passes from fryhood to a covetable maturity without so much as realizing the delicacy of these flavours. Just as a musician will educate a public by spicing the higher harmonies in among the filthy tunes which it has hitherto hummed grovellingly with unabashed satisfaction; so we, too, elevate the taste of our public, also with the view of tasting in our

turn the flesh of those we educate. Ground bait is a kind of advertisement, and like other advertisements, of course, has to be paid for by the consumer, as heavily as can be exacted. "Gum of Ivy dissolved in Oyl of Spike, or with Oyl of Ivy-berries, or the Oyl of Polypodie of the Oak mixed with Turpentine," it is said, "will be great enticements to Fish to bite." But this was set forth in the days before catgut came in, and when "hair lines of a Sorrel, Grey or Green colour," were looked upon as chic.

There is more modernity in the old command "that your Apparel be not of any bright or frightning colour." The soft greys, browns, and heather mixtures, are the right colours for anglers to wear. Khaki is not amiss in this warfare but the best stuff, both for comfort and skill, is a soft brown cloth made out of natural black wool, which has not been alkalied into dulness by any foolish chemicals. Let the angler have a manypouched panoply of this. It will, by virtue of its lanoline, keep out the rain. It will satisfy his art sense, and his self-respect, and it will last until his hand trembles with age, and he passes on his old rods and reels to his keen-eyed grandchildren.

CHAPTER VI—In Dispraise of the

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Latins.

ET us, in reason, break the bonds of Rome! The Latins were the hardest nuts old Time ever cracked. It is almost impossible to escape the clutch of them, dead as they are. We travel along their tracks. We are patient under their law. We go to Church-if we do go-and are dosed with their doctrine. Their speech dominates ours. Their very cookery preys upon our peptic systems. It is not merely that we have learnt their conjugations which causes this slavery, for the very hind at the cider press is imitating some defunct old Roman. So is the Gardener and the Master of the Mint and the Urban Councillor, and the Archbishop; and the very blackguard who scribbles filth on the walls writes low Latin in the low Roman mode. Roman cosmetics disfigure English faces. Latin vests keep out Saxon frosts. Whitechapel thieves

wrest Roman rings from English sots, upset by liquors made Latine. "Plague catch Justinian" the litigious Londoner would say if he knew whose hand dealt the sentence. " Hang St. Augustine," and half the difficulties of candidates for Holy Orders would disappear, for the Greeks would then be audible. It is rude anywhere, and in Belfast actionable, to say "to hell with the Pope," but really he ought to purge himself of his Cæsarian notions in a democratic church and age. It is a wonder that we are allowed a fraction of the calendar in English-the mere names of the daysfor months and years, are all Latins. Who can tell what November was in our speech? and have we really no word for a rose?

These Latins, these business people, these highly practical, judicious, inevitable, organising capitalists had very small notions of sport, as such. If they wanted fishes they got them as directly as possible, with stout nets. They hunted to slay just as they fought to win. Cæsar's cavalry charge upon the fair-haired German women and their blue-eyed children, was hardly fair war. It was not to be expected that fishes should be regarded with a friendly eye, and caught in

a gentlemanly way, when men were hunted so inordinately. How concentrated these Romans were; but like most concentrated people they missed very very much in life. Pliny Secundus, had two favourite villas on the Larian lake, his tragedy and comedy villas. From one he could watch the fishers below him, but the other jutted into the very waters, so that it was possible to angle from one's bedroom, almost from one's bed, as from a boat. Yet he does not seem to have done so.

"Ex illa possis dispicere piscantes, ex hac ipse piscari hamumque de cubiculo ac pone etiam de lectulo ut e naucula iacere."

Ep. ix, 7.

Even their poets do not shew much delight in this art and craft. Horace seems to have known that fish will not bite if the hook is seen-which is not always the case.

Occultum decurrit piscis ad hamumsurely an outsider's sentiment! His fishes are merely stuffed bags of satire, the threepound red mullet (S. ii, 2, 83), the dish of fishes for which some fool paid 26£ (S. ii, 4, 76). His pike were of no interest apart from the market price, which fluctuated in proportion to pollutions of the Tiber.