240 HINTS ON ANGLING. 



K1VERS BETWEEN THE LOIRE AND THE 

 GARONNE.- 



O what to me 



Were charms of nature? What, the wooded hill, 

 The castled chateau, or the village spire? 

 What, the wild mountain or the peopled town, 

 The fruitful vineyard or the verdant plain, 

 The waving forest, with the myriad streams 

 That lace with silver all that smiling land, 

 From the broad Loire to where the Garonne flows? 

 O what to me, alas! with care-worn brow, 

 And sin-polluted heart, and soul deep-dyed 

 With stains of countless crimes; ah! what to me 

 The boundless springs of uncorrupted joy 

 Which heaven around in lavish grandeur flung? 



The Penitent" s Shrift. 



THE streams which run into the sea on this part of 

 the coast of France, are not of any great magnitude; 

 but they will afford the angler, a very fair share of 

 sport. If he travel along the coast from the Loire to 

 the Garonne, or Gironde, he will find trie majority of 

 the rivers easy of access, full of trout, and by no means 

 of sufficient volume to deter him from attempting to 

 throw his light and feathery line across them all from 

 side to side. 



The first stream he will meet with on this route is 

 the Falleron, which falls into the sea a short distance 

 below a small place called Machecoul. This river is of 

 very short extent, not traversing more than fifteen to 

 twenty miles of country from its source; there is, how- 

 ever, abundance of trout in it, and of considerable size 

 also; but they are remarkably shy of taking the fly, 

 except at that period of the year when the May-fly is 



