122 NORTHERN MEMOIRS. 



heroick brow. Now we shall see what improve- 

 ment Theophilus has made in this piscatorian 

 negotiation. Yonder he comes, let us hasten to 

 meet him. 



Am. Welcome, Theophilus ! are our fortunes 

 equal ? What phenomena of pleasures spring 

 from solitary rocks ? How fancy you this inof- 

 fensive life, to sit in the sun-shine, then remove 

 into shades near the brinks of bubling mur- 

 muring rivulets, that sigh a pleasant silent soft- 

 ness, whilst the birds harmoniously deliciat the 

 air, and fish in frolicks dance corantos to the 

 angler ; whilst man (lord of the creation) is cap- 

 tivated with divine contemplation ; fancying to 

 himself a kind of an Elizium, representing the 

 shady fragrancies of Paradise ? 



Theoph. O, Arnoldus, I was certainly ena- 

 moured to see how the shady trees hung dang- 

 ling about me ; whilst the murmuring streams 

 through the lungs of Zephyrus, made musick to 

 my fancy, tho not to the pitch of the melodious 

 Philomel, and the chorus of birds that beat the 

 air with their mellifluous quires, which springs 

 fresh thoughts of the non-age of time, when the 

 constitution of the creation was a composition of 

 harmony. 



Arn. But the luxurious angler admires an- 

 other concert. He loves no musick but the 

 twang of the line; nor any sound, save the 



