THE RIVER THAMES. 103 



THE FEMALE ANGLER. 



From town I walk'd to take the air, 

 Shun smoke and noise of coaches j 

 I saw a lovely damsel fair, 

 Angling- for Dace and Roaches. 



Close by a brook, with line and hook, 

 Which curiously was baited, 

 Attentively the maid did look, 

 While for a bite she waited. 



Struck with her charms, I nearer drew, 

 To view this lovely creature j 

 The line into the brook she threw, 

 But, oh ! with such good nature. 



When me this charming girl espied, 

 She seemM intimidated : 

 Don't be afraid, sweet maid, I cried, 

 Cupid your hook has baited. 



My hand and heart, sweet nymph, are thine, 

 If you will but accept them j 

 And all I have to thee resign, 

 But die if you reject them. 



