208 ANGLING REMINISCENCES. 



(Dttet's Jingling 



Through sun-bright lakes, 



Round islets gay, 

 The river takes 



Its western way, 

 And the water-chime 

 Soft zephyrs time, 



Each gladsome summer day, 



It 



The starry trout, 



Fair to behold, 

 Roameth about 



On fin of gold ; 

 At root of tree 

 His haunt you may see, 



Rude rock or crevice old. 



And hither dart 



The salmon grey, 



From the deep heart 



Of some sea bay ; 



And herling wild 



Is here beguiled 



To hold autumnal play. 



