138 LITERATURE OF SEA AND RIVER FISHING. 



Some sylvan stream, 



Where shade and gleam 

 Are blended with each other, 



Below whose bank 



The Hlies rank 

 All humbler flowers ensmother. 



Where cushats coo 



And ringdoves woo 

 The shining channel over, 



From leafy larch 



Or birchen arch — 

 Their unmolested cover. 



There daily met. 



No dark regret 

 Shall cloud our noon of pleasure ; 



We'll carry rule 



O'er stream and pool, 

 And none to claim a measure. 



With tackless care 



On chosen hair, 

 March fly and minnow tender, 



We shall invite 



The scaly wight 

 To eye them and surrender. 



And when out-worn 



We'll seek some thorn 

 With shadow old and ample — 



The natural ground. 



Moss laid around. 

 An angler's resting temple ! 



In Remarks on Shooting, in Verse, by W. Watt, in 1839, 

 we have a poem of some length on "Trolling." He seems 

 to be one of that class of writers who have an idea that 

 anything which rhymes is poetry ; and though his descrip- 

 tion of the tackle and the way of using it in this branch 

 of angling is correct enough, the poem is hardly worth 

 reading. The author writes very prosaic poetry ; but must 

 be credited with originality of design in producing the 



