288 THE COMPLETE ANGLER. PART I. 



Vcn. And the repetition of these last verses, of 

 musick, has called to ray memory what Mr. Ed. 

 Waller, a lover-of-the-angle *, says of lore and musick. 



While I listen to thy voice, 



Chloris ! I feel my life decay ; 

 That powerful noise 



Calls my fleeting- soul away: 

 Oh ! suppress that magic sound, 

 Which destroys without a wound. 



Peace, Chloris ! peace : or, singing die, 

 That, together, you and I 



To heaven may go ; 



For all we know 

 Of what the blessed do above, 

 Is that they sing, and that they love. 



Pise. Well remembered, brother Peter ! these verses 

 came seasonably ; and we thank you heartily. Come ! 



* As the author's concern for the honour of angling, induced him to 

 enumerate such persons of note as were lovers of that recreation, the 

 reader will allow me to add Mr. John Gay to the number. Any one 

 who reads the first canto of his Georgic, intitled Rural Sports, and ob- 

 serves how beautifully and accurately he treats the subject of fly-fishing, 

 uoidd conclude the author a proficient : but that it was his chief amuse- 

 ment, I have been assured, by an intimate friend of mine ; who has fre- 

 quently fished with him in the river Kennet, at Amesbury in Wilts, the 

 seat of his grace the Duke of Queensberry . 



The Reader will excuse the following addition to this note, for the 

 sake of a beautiful description of the materials used in fly-making, 

 which is quoted from the above-mentioned poem. 



To frame the little animal, provide 



All the gay hues that wait on female pride : 



.Let nature guide thee ; sometimes golden wire 



The shining bellies of the fly require ; 



The Peacock's plumes thy tackle must not fail, 



Nor the dear purchase of the sable's tail ; 



Each gaudy bird some slender tribute brings, 



And lends the growing insect proper wings; 



Silks, of all colours, must their aid impart, 



And ev'ry fur promote the fisher's art ; 



So the gay lady, with expensive care, 



Borrows the pride of land, of sea, of air ; 



Furs, pearls, and plumes, the glitt'ring thing displays, 



Dazzles our eye, and easy hearts betrays. 



