THE ANGLERS SOUVENIR. 



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TWEDDELL. Have a minute's patience, till I can 

 recollect the words, and I will give you a " Fisher's 

 Call." I am not sure that I can go through it 

 without breaking down, for 1 have never yet sung 

 it in company, though I have now and then crooned 

 over a few lines to myself. You know the writer 

 well, an old angling crony of yours ; but you cannot 

 have heard the song before, as mine is the only 

 copy that he has given to any one. 



THE ANGLER'S REVEILLE. 



Old Winter is gone, and young Spring now comes tripping : 



Sweet flowers are springing wherever she treads ; 

 While the bee, hovering o'er them, keeps humming and 

 sipping, 



And birds sing her welcome in woodlands and meads. 

 The snow-wreath no more on the hillside is lying ; 



The leaf-buds are bursting, bright green, on each tres 

 Ho, anglers, arouse ye ! the streams are worth trying, 



Fit your rods, and away to the fishing with me ! 



Haste away ! haste away ! for the south wind is blowing, 



And rippling so gently the face of the stream, 

 Which neither too full nor too fine yet is flowing, 



Now clouded, now bright with a sunshiny gleam. 

 At the foot of the fall, where the bright trouts are leaping, 



In the stream where the current is rapid and strong, 

 Or just by the bank where the skeggers seem sleeping, 



There throw your fly light, and you cannot throw wrong. 



There's joy in the chase, over hedge and ditch flying ; 



'Tis pleasant to bring down the grouse on the fell ; 

 The partridge to bag, through the low stubble trying ; 



The pheasant to shoot as he flies through the dell. 



