OR WALTONIAN CHRONICLE. 51 



2. 



He took an early breakfast, 



And soon was in the road. 



He jump'd upon the Hertford coach, 



And reach'd the spot in no time, 

 Said he, I'm told this crooked place 

 Is with fish well stow'd, 

 And if I get a pound or two 



I won't forget to shine. 

 Dissolve gum ivy in oil of spike, 

 Therewith anoint your bait for Pike, 

 (Walton says,) or something like, 



I've done so with a Gudgeon ; 

 I here and there will cast my bait, 

 And if a run ten minutes wait, 

 I'll have a fish as sure as fate, 



Before that home I'm trudging. 



At bottom, &c. 



3. 



Far and near he cast his bait, 



A.t last he felt a tug ; 



His line ran out for 20 yards, 



Before it made a stop ; 

 He open'd wide his eyes and mouth, 

 And made a curious mug, 



