174 LONDON ANGLER'S BOOK, 



2. 



When we hear the loud tempest the thunders hoarse rattle, 

 That mars all our sport, and sound like a battle, 

 Tho J to day's disappointment may cause us some sorrow, 

 The storm sure will better our luck on the morrow, 

 If there's mirth in our hearts, 'tis an Angler that shares, 

 If peril approach 'tis an Angler that dares. 

 Then fill up, &c. 



3. 



If annoyed in our sport by an insolent ranger, 

 Our companions in passiime stand by us in danger, 

 Committing no trespass, we care not for evil, 

 With right on out side we will combat the devil, 

 Then join hands and heart let the bands that combine, 

 Faith, honor, and friendship ne'er cease to entwine. 

 Then fill up, &c. 



I recommend the Angler, wherever lie may be, to bear 

 in mind, that although he may have permission to fish 

 in the water, he may be a trespasser on the land, to 

 studiously avoid doing the farmer an injury. Let him 

 carefully close every gate after him, for he should con- 

 sider what dreadful damage may be done by cattle get- 

 ting among the crops, by his imprudence ; let him avoid 

 making a gap, if possible, and if not, to repair it with 

 his best ability : the slightest damage done to the crops 

 or fences of the farmer, is an abuse of his generosity in 

 allowing you to pass over his land. To this, and this 

 only, do I attribute the reluctance evinced by many to 

 grant leave to Anglers. 



