OR WALTONIAN CHRONICLE. 171 



He was the father of our art, 



He taught from practice what he knew, 

 From his good maxims few depart, 



All Anglers sure will find them true. 

 Izaak Walton, &c. 



2. 



So excellent was his advice, 



So true to nature every plan, 

 What he has written few despise, 



For suie he was an honest man. 

 Let's angle with some angling friend, 



Let's roam in peace with all mankind, 

 When tired at eve, a shilling spend 



To cheer the heart and ease the mind. 

 Izaak Walton, &c. 



3. 



To some bleak hall we'll wend our way, 



Or rest beneath some hawthorn hedge, 

 To hear a merry milk maid's lay, 



Or in a cup each other pledge. 

 To tell a tale, some ballad sing, 



To talk of sport in days gone by, 

 Sure these will true contentment bring, 



Dispel each care, repress each sigh. 

 Izaak Walton, &c. 



