NIMROD'S NORTHERN TOUR. Ill 



While, ever and anon, there falls 

 Huge heaps of hoary moulder'd walls. 

 Yet Time has seen, which lifts the low, 

 And level lays the lofty brow — 

 Has seen the broken pile complete, 

 Big with the vanity of state ; 

 But transient is the smile of fate ! 

 A little rule, a little sway, 

 A sun-beam in a winter's day, 

 Is all the proud and mighty have 

 Between the cradle and the grave." 



But Kelso is visited by sportsmen for other purposes than the chase. 

 The fishing in the Tweed — that Rex fiuviorum of this country, as Virgil 

 calls the Eridanus of another — seduces numbers to its banks not only 

 from the metropolis of Scotland but also from all parts of England, 

 although it appears from a scientific article on the " gentle art/' in your 

 number for May last, the Tweed is now not what the Tweed was, in the 

 angler's eyes, and it appears only to stand third on the list in its own 

 country, and inferior to many rivers in Ireland, in its stock offish, which 

 is accounted for by the increase of weirs and nets at its mouth, for the 

 supply of the London market. But it is a noble river, and entitled to its 

 share of all the reasonable* praises which have been so lavishly bestowed 

 upon others. 



I should imagine most of your readers have perused that beautiful little 

 work upon angling, by the late Sir Humphrey Davy, and appropriately 



* Tlie adoration paid to rivers had no bounds. The Eiidanus was said to have 

 flowed through Heaven and bathed the gods. — See Denham's Cooper's Hill. 



