WEATHER. 65 



In flow'ry meads, oh let me live ! 

 Were crystal streams sweet solace give ; 

 To whose harmonious bubbling sound. 

 My dancing float and heart rebound. 



As soon as breakfast was over the next morning, 

 Newton and I made our way to the large pond in 

 the park with eager anticipations of good sport. 

 Indeed we had every reason to entertain them. 

 The day was fine and balmy, and the wind pro- 

 duced that gentle undulation on the water, which 

 a troller delights to see, and which ' spread o'er 

 * all the fluid element.' Indeed I have observed 

 that success in pike-fishing, especially in clear and 

 shallow water, generally depends on the surface 

 being ruffled. A fine, bright day, is often an 

 unsuccessful one in pike-fishing, whereas I have 

 frequently had excellent sport in cold autumnal 

 weather, when there has been a breeze on the water. 

 When that breeze however is accompanied by a 

 cloudy sky and a warm southerly wind, a troller 

 may depend on catching fish if there are any to be 

 caught. The only thing I pique myself upon is 

 Ixjing a good troller ; and I have besides one great 



