THE ANGLERS SOUVENIR. 



to everybody," to have retired to bed, where the 

 snow-white sheets, of the landlady's own spinning, 

 smelt of lavender. But, 



" A change comes o'er the spirit of my dream." 

 The low woody hills have become mountains, and 

 the boys and girls are changed into a flock of black - 

 faced sheep, with a sun-freckled, red-haired lad, in 

 a blue bonnet, herding them ; the broad meadow is 

 reduced to a narrow glen, through which a noisy 

 stream is careering like an untamed Highland 

 pony ; and I fancy that I hear a voice addressing 

 the lark, which is hovering in full song above her 

 nest on the mountain side, 



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" Bird of the wilderness, blithsome and cumberless, 

 O, to abide in the desert with thee ! " 



I wish that I were home again. 



SIMPSON. You are disposed, I think, to "pas- 

 toralize a little." However highly you may admire 

 Walton's book, it is not in much repute among the 

 anglers who fish in the Lea. It is not considered a 

 practical work ; and I have known some who, in 

 consequence of hearing it much praised, have bought 

 a copy, and, after trying to read it through, have 

 thrown it aside with expressions of surprise that 

 any person except a priest or a church-going old 

 maid could admire it. 



FISHER. What can be expected from men who 

 "blow brains" and fish on a Sunday? Walton's 

 Angler used to be a very scarce book in the north. 



