however, will not lose, but rather gain, by being old-fashioned, and should be received with the same favour by the present generation of anglers as by the past.

The concluding portion of this work is also a part of a book which was published under the title of "Angling Idylls." The critics who then made the author blush, in his exceeding modesty, at the too generous nature of their criticisms, are responsible for this mixture of the new wine with the old. The last three sketches or articles are quite new, except that Carpe Diem appeared in the pages of "London Society." Critics like to have a raison d'étre for the production of a book now, although I don't see the least reason why they should, and hope that I have cstablished a sufficient one for the existence of this new edition of "The Angler's Souvenir."

When fair Aurora rising early shewes
Her blushing face beyond the eastern hils,
And dyes the heavenly vault with purple rewes,
That far abroad the world with brightnesse fils;
The meadows green are hoare with silver dewes,
That on the earth the sable night distils,

And chanting birds with merry notes bewray
The near approaching of the chearfull day.

Then let him go to river, brook, or lake,
That loves the sport, where store of fish abound,
And through the pleasant fields his journey make,
Amidst sweet pastures, meadows fresh and sound,
Where he may best his choice of pastime take,
While swift Hyperion runs his circle round; ;

And, as the place shall to his liking prove,
There still remain, or further else remove.

The Secrets of Angling, by John Dennys, Esq. 1613. THE true secret of the Angler's purest and most lasting pleasure-whose remembrance is sweet, and anticipation exhilarating,-is discovered in the stanzas which we have prefixed as a befitting introduction to the present chapter. The practice of Angling is closely and necessarily associated with objects, the contemplation, nay, the very beholding of which fails not to impart a pleasure to every man whose soul is not insensible to the charms presented by the natural combination of

"Field and forest, flood and hill,

Tower, abbey, church, and mill,”

such as our friend here will enjoy after he has landed the salmon, which has held him in work for this last hour and a half.

Though the love of angling is generally acquired in youth, yet it sometimes attacks persons of more mature age; conveys a maggot into their head, and then they dream of gentles; tickles their nose with a May-fly, and straight they talk of palmers, red and black, dun-cuts, granams, coachmen, professors, gnats, moths, March browns, and peacock hackles; shows them a salmon in a fishmonger's shop, and then they think of landing an eighteenpounder ; makes them dream, speak, and think of nothing but angling; and

"winna let the puir bodies Gang about their business!"

Few persons who have been educated in the country, except the peevish or sickly, and such as have had a brute for a master, can look back upon their boyish days without bringing to mind many recollections of real, heartfelt, unalloyed pleasure; amongst which that of angling, with an episode of bathing or bird-nesting, is not the least delightful. On a fine summer afternoon-when the new mown hay smells sweet, when the trees are in full leaf, and wild-flowers in full bloom, the corn in the ear, and the bean in blossom; when there are trout in every burn, and nests in every hedge and thicket -happy are the schoolboys who obtain a halfholiday; and few of the pleasures of life, either for present enjoyment or after-thought, exceed those