140 NORTHERN MEMOIRS. 



Besides, those pleasant sleeps that I have had 

 Upon thy rocks, until thy skies were clad 

 Almost with darkness ; when the angler's art 

 Exprest a grief; nay, double grief to part 

 And leave such harmless toils : Tell me, can those 

 That never knew the art, the art disclose ? 

 How shall they know what patience is, and write 

 Of mysteries they never had a sight ? 

 None but the anglers can ; and this I'le say, 

 None have the gift of patience more than they. 



Theoph. Now, it is out. 



Arn. And now you think you have it ; let 

 us relinquish the sweet streams of Mockeny, and 

 steer our course for Dromon ; and there you 

 shall see the majestick brow of a rock, and a 

 castle inoculated to it. 



Theoph. And what of that, if they are undis- 

 tinguishable one from another ? 



Arn. There you'l see how the artist form'd 

 this formidable structure to imitate nature, but 

 the natural strength defaceth the ornaments of 

 art. However, let us step one step further into 

 the garden, (demolished with age, or rather ne- 

 glect,) to view the curiosities of those remaining 

 reliques. 



TJieoph. What must we expect there ? 



Arn. A beautiful arbour adorn'd with primp 

 hedges, and a sumptuous dial, to tell us the 

 hour of the day. 



Theoph. A wonderful piece of curiosity. 



