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The primrose in the shade 

 Unfolds his dewy bosom. 



" The lavrock's in the sky, 

 And on the heath the plover, 



The bee upon the thyme. 

 The swallow skimming over." 



Springtide so loved of fishermen — alas, that such 

 joys should end ! 



" Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, 

 The bridal of the earth and sky, 

 Sweet dews shall weep thy fall to-night, 



For thou must die." 



Armstrong, in his " Art of Preserving Health,** 

 thus writes : — 



" But if the breathless chase o'er hill and dale 

 Exceed your strength, a sport of less fatigue, 

 Not less delightful, the prolific stream 

 Affords. The crystal rivulet that o'er 

 A stony channel rolls its rapid surge 

 Swarms with the silver fry. 



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Oft traced with patient steps thy fairy banks 



With the well-imitated fly to hook 



The eager trout, and with the slender line 



And yielding rod solicit to the shore 



The struggling panting prey — while vernal clouds 



And tepid gales obscured the ruffled pool. 



And from the deeps call'd forth the wanton swarms. 



Form'd on the Samian school, or those of Ind 



