38 By Stream and Sea. 



Dr. Hawkin's house in Winchester, was buried in Prior 

 Silkstede's chapel. Tread softly, for here is the flat stone 

 which points to the master's last home, and thus com- 

 memorates it : 



Here resteth the body of 



MR. ISAAC WALTON, 



Who dyed the Fifteenth of December, 1683. 



Alas ! he's gone before, 

 Gone to return no more. 

 Our panting breasts aspire 

 After their aged sire, 

 Whose well-spent life did last 

 Full ninety years and past. 

 But now he hath begun 

 That which will ne'er be done. 

 Crowned with eternal bliss, 

 We wish our souls with his. 



Votis modestissic flerunt libert. 



And still the hail peppers the streets as we come out into 

 the light, and yet the angler, having finished the pilgrimage 

 to his hero's shrine, is left lamenting at the non-arrival of 

 the promised vehicle. Well, well, if we may not ride we 

 can walk to our hearts' desire ! The day is not favourable 

 for angling, but it may be turned to good account for 

 rambling purposes by the side of the limpid Itchen. And 



there can be no better guide than H , who loves its 



trout with paternal affection, who is known by every Hamp- 

 shire angler, and remembered by many a Winchester College 

 boy after he has gone forth unto the ends of the earth to 

 make the fish of distant waters feel the disadvantages of the 

 lessons taught him in the art of fly-making and trout-catching. 

 This worthy is a well-known citizen, and known far and wide. 



The old man has fished the Itchen for thirty years, and, 



