30 THOMAS KEN AND IZAAK WALTON 



May. The cuckoo has been singing all day, put- 

 ting us in mind of that verse in the Canticles, 

 " The winter is past, and the voice of the turtle is 

 heard in our land," and trust me, I am no less 

 glad to see my Kenna sitting with you, my friend, 

 to enjoy the fragrant air, and look at the swallows 

 skimming the green, as rejoicing to find themselves 

 at home after their long peregrinations in foreign 

 lands. 



Kenna. And I indeed have had my eyes fixed 

 on them, and my heart also ; for alas ! our friend, 

 to whom I shall ever be grateful for so much 

 divine instruction in these troubled times, has 

 spoken to me to-day of leaving us, and going 

 beyond seas, on his distant peregrination, to-morrow 

 morning. 



PiSCATOR. I shall be sorry to hear of such a 

 resolve . . . but tell me, good and virtuous Master 

 Morley, are you tired of me and " my Kenna," 

 and this our poor cottage ; and the birds that 

 sing us to rest at night, and wake us in the 

 morning ; and this small garden, and this neat 

 honeysuckle arbour where " we study to be quiet ? " 

 Are you tired of me, and of these or poor Kenna, 

 so soon ? 



MORLEY. Honest Master Walton, my kind and 



