HO LITERATURE OF SEA AND RIVER FISHING. 



must be confessed, are of very unequal merit, though many 

 of them strike sympathetic chords. They are about fifty 

 in number, and here is one of Doubleday's, entitled " The 

 Fisher's Call" (1828), taken almost at haphazard : — 



" The thorn is in the bud. 



The palm is in the bloom, 

 The primrose, in the shade, 



Unfolds her dewy bosom ; 

 Sweet Coquefs purling clear. 



And summer music making ; 

 The trout has left his lair, 



Then waken, fishers, waken ! 



The lavrock's in the sky, 



And on the heath the plover, 

 The bee upon the thyme, 



The swallow skimming over ; 

 The farmer walks the field, 



The seed he's casting steady, 

 The breeze is blowing west. 



Be ready, fishers, ready ! 



The violet's in her prime. 



And April is the weather ; 

 The partridge on the wing. 



The muircock in the heather ; 

 The sun's upon the pool 



His morning radiance wasting. 

 It's glittering like the gold, 



Oh, hasten, fishers, hasten ! 



The Felton lads are up. 



They're looking to their tackle ; 

 The sawmon's in the stream. 



And killing is the hackle. 

 If there's a feat to do, 



'Tis Weldon boys should do it ; 

 Then up and rig your gads, 



And to it, fishers, to it !" 



Here is another, by W. A. Chatto, which originally 

 appeared in his book on Fly-FisJdug in Northuinber- 



