THE ANGLER'S SOUVENIR. 



coast scenery, which can scarcely fail of exciting 

 most pleasing seaside reminiscences. Behold the 

 joint effect of Topham's pencil and Beckwith's 

 burin, and read the description of Crabbe : 



" Turn to the watery world ! but who to thee 

 (A wonder yet unviewed) shall paint the Sea ? 

 Various and vast, sublime in all its forms, 

 When lulled by zephyrs, or when roused by storms, 

 Its colours changing, when from clouds and sun 

 Shades after shades upon the surface run ; 

 Embrowned and horrid now, and now serene, 

 In limpid blue and evanescent green ; 

 And oft the foggy banks on ocean lie, 

 Lift the far sail, and cheat th 1 experienced eye 



Be it the summer noon ; a sandy space 



The ebbing tide has left upon its place ; 



Then just the hot and stony beach above 



Light twinkling streams in bright confusion move ; 



(For heated thus, the warmer air ascends 



And with the cooler in its fall contends.) 



Then the broad bosom of the ocean keeps 



An equal motion ; swelling as it sleeps, 



Then slowly sinking, curling to the strand, 



Faint lazy waves o'ercreep the ridgy sand, 



Or tap the tarry boat with gentle blow, 



And back return in silence, smooth and slow. 



Ships in the calm seem anchored ; for they glide 



On the still sea, urged solely by the tide." 



