exhibiting a fac-simile of his hand-writing, willeb new even to the Waltonian reader. fase do 35°. 22 swmount hand that brings it from pray St, Accept this pore presant, by the as meane Yr. affec. servant, Izaak Walton. Were we required to give a particular designation to Walton's style of writing, we should say that naiveté is his perpetual characteristic; and that whether he be humorous, instructive, or affecting, we have to acknowledge a degree of elegance which it were hopeless to attain and impossible not to admire.* Mention has already been made of those com The omission of a passage inserted in the former edition at this place, respecting John Chalkhill the Poet, will be accounted for by reference to the Gentleman's Magazines for November and December, 1823. mendatory verses which were prefixed to the earlier editions of the Complete Angler, by eminent persons, friends of the author; they were omitted for the first time by the Rev. M. Browne, as not even then (1759), agreeing with " the poetical taste of "the times." The following lines, however, signed Rob. Floud, seem, equally for their brevity and terseness, to deserve their share of lasting popularity. To my dear Brother, MR. IZAAK WALTON, on his Coм- "This book is so like you, and you like it, I love this mirth, art, wit, the book, and you." Thus have we furnished a brief history of the effects produced by this matchless work upon the intelligent part of mankind, from it's first appearance to the present time; and when it is recollected that Walton himself was the first to set the example of graphic embellishment, boasting from the first, of the "excellent picture of the Trout;" also that "Young Master Izaak" was so pleased with a certain portion of "Peak Scenery" " as to draw it" (as Cotton tells us, Part 11. Chap. vI.) " in landscape in black and white, in a blank book I have at home, as he has done several prospects of my house also, which I keep for a memorial of his favour, and will shew you when we come up to din ner," thus early indicating the propriety of topographical illustration-recollecting all this, (and Oh! what would we not give even for a sight of "Young Master Izaak's" genuine "Sketch Book ?”) surely no apology need be offered, for attempting, (as expressed in our original prospectus), " by the "novelty and extent of the Embellishments introduced "in this Edition, to heighten to the utmost the pleasure "of perusal,-to the Sportsman, the Naturalist, the "lover of the Fine Arts, and the general Reader"to Artists and lovers of Art, Poets and lovers of "Poetry." In conclusion.-We are proud to acknowledge the assistance and approbation received throughout the progress of the work, from numerous persons of high taste who " delight to honour" the memory of it's venerable author, by every possible demonstration of regard; saying constantly, that “it is impossible to do too much for honest Izaak Walton." With honest exultation we refer to the subjoined List of Embellishments, which will prove that an extraordinary combination of talent has been secured throughout the undertaking: such patronage and such assistance, we would fain hope may constitute, at once a shelter and a boast. It would be unjust not to observe that the Printer, as well as every other party concerned, has executed his task perfectly con amore. The work is, in truth, indebted throughout, equally to Professional Zeal, and Amateur Condescension. May the RoD of the Critic be exchanged for that of the Fisher; and endless be the willing captives of Walton's imperishable LINE! J. M. ON RIVER-FISH AND FISHING. To Mr. J. B., on his presenting the author with an ancient MS. Poem on Sea-fishes, in Latin and English, rescued from a collection of papers intended for destruction. Curious and ardent antiquarian reaper, (Of Time's own store-house worthy to be keeper!) Thy health they drink, by virtue of this charter, The lines discover'd by sharp-sighted B―th, Sweet is the theme, and welcome be the lay! A name endeared to every gentle Muse? Hail! to the Angler's life, which none can match, O! King of Rivers! thou'rt a fish of reason, |