THE ANGLER'S SOUVENIR. 



" For the lore 



Of mighty minds doth hallow in the core 

 Of human hearts, the ruin of a wall 

 Where dwelt the wise and wondrous ; " 



at another time wiling the bold trout, Salmo Ferox, 

 from the depths of Loch Awe ; and anon, waking 

 the echoes with a lofty strain, as he hails the morn, 

 amidst the wilds of Morven. 



SIMPSON. Four have answered the summons- 

 you forget Captain Medwin's "Angler in Wales." 



FISHER. He is a spirit of another class, who has 

 approached the circle unbidden. The "Angler in 

 Wales " ! why I see not the least trace of the angler 

 throughout the two volumes. He might as well 

 have "unbuckled his mail" stuffed with frag- 

 ments of " travellers' tales " and scraps from the 

 feast of languages at Calcutta, and called his book 

 the "Angler in Hindostan." Independent of the 

 misnomer, it is not written in the spirit of an 

 angler. How could it ? when the doer, whoever 

 he may be, probably never handled a rod, or felt 

 the inspiration of the art, in his life. The calm 

 and cheerful spirit, which the love and practice of 

 angling inspire, is not to be found in the book. 

 From his " scattering his water " on Byron's ashes, 

 it is not difficult to read his riddle. The noble 

 bard should have dedicated one of his poems to 

 his friend Heaven save us from such friends ! 

 and appointed him one of his executors. Then, 

 perhaps, Rogers, Moore, and Hobhouse might have 



