JULY. 



79 



the gay and grateful song of former years. Thy 

 dreams will be pleasant as thy early days were 

 happy : waking or sleeping, thou wilt feel thy 

 youth creep over thee again, and wield the pliant' 

 rod with all the freshness of eighteen. 



I have heard thee sing, looked over thy sketch 

 book, and well know thy art and observation. 

 Shall Johnson now belie our recreation, and 

 treat us as a band of idlers? — shall our great 

 schools of learning dare withhold us praise, and 

 spurn our primitive pursuit 1 — shall science blot 

 our memories from its page, or sages scout us ? 

 If this is really the true Angler's life, I hear 

 them whisper. No ! This, then, it is ; and 

 there will come a time when we shall have a 

 colleo-e of our own, and concentrate the learn- 

 ing now too wide apart. 



In the evening try alternately the Coachman 

 and the White Moth, using the latter most 

 frequently when quite dark : the Wren Tail is 

 an excellent fly, suited to all streams, and 

 admits of a variety of colour, as the green, 



