202 ANGLERS' EVENINGS. 



SCHOLAR'S SONG. 



You anglers all, both great and small, 

 Who Cerrig's Inn have sought, 



Join in the lay of a rainy day, 



To the trout you iniglit have caught. 



When the wind is high, and a stormy sky 

 Sets all your arts at nought, 



Then, not unpraised, because unraised, 

 Be the trout you might have caught. 



Fiom Coquet's mouth, to the distant South 



An angler's strife I've fought ; 

 But fewer still are the trout I kill. 



Than the trout I might have caught. 



In the deeps they swim, the deeps so dim, 



Of mountain pools unsought : 

 And none shall see, whoe'er they be. 



The trout they might have caught. 



Peter. — Very pretty verses, and well remembered, 

 honest Scholar. May you find him that wrote them ! 



PiSC. — Now, Venator, what have you to say ere we go 

 upstairs, all as sober as judges. By the way, let us have 

 another mutchkin. 



Ven. — Another mutchkin, good hostess, and see you 

 bring it in a Measure. Like Scholar and Peter, I must 

 sing you what is not mine own. This song comes from 

 the land of songs, and was wrote by a true angler, as you 

 shall say when you hear it. 



