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become acquainted with them. I had 

 intended to have referred at some length to 

 the Lives, but have already exceeded the 

 space at my disposal. One final cast 

 before putting up my pen. 



41 There are no colours in the fairest sky 

 So fair as these ; the feather whence the pen 

 Was shaped that traced the lives of these 



good Men, 



Dropped from an angel's wing. With moist- 

 ened eye, 



We read of faith and purest charity, 

 In Statesman, Priest, and humble Citizen. 

 Oh ! could we copy their mild virtues, then 

 What joy to live ; what blessedness to die ! 

 Methinks their very Names shine still and 



bright, 

 Apart like glow-worms in the woods of 



spring, 



Or lonely tapers shooting far a light 

 That guides and cheers or, seen like stars on 



high, 



Satellites burning in a lucid ring, 

 Around meek Walton's heavenly memory." 

 WORDSWORTH'S Sonnet on Walton's Lives. 



" It might sweeten a man's temper at any time 

 to read The Conipleat Angler" CHARLES LAMB. 



FINIS. 



