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vicious, and relieving the wants of all. His house 

 was fitted up with comfort, and even elegance, and 

 his library particularly, was a proof of his classic 

 taste. He took great delight in his flower garden, 

 which sloped down gently to a pretty stream, which 

 watered the roots of some magnificent tulip trees 

 that flourished on the lawn. Here he had what 

 Horace wished for 



Hortus ubi et tecto vicinus jugis aquae fons, 

 Et paulum sylvae super his foret. 



SAT. 6. LIB. II. 



Warner was, like myself, fond of fishing, or 

 rather, as I said before, of the enjoyment to be 

 derived from strolling along the banks of a beau- 

 tiful trout stream. It was in one of our annual 

 excursions that he composed the following song. 

 We were then, as at present, by the side of our 

 favourite river, * old Test/ 



MAY MORN, OR THE ANGLER'S REVEILLEZ. 



'Tis the birth day of May ! Up, brothers, I say ; 

 Your tackle out look, and let us away, 

 There's a cloudy sky, and a breeze from the west, 

 Oh ! we shall have ' killing' to day in old Test. 



CHORUS. 



Sing trollillee, sing trollilloe, 

 Where the trout streams flow, 

 And the breezes blow 

 A fishing, a fishing, a fishing we go ! 



What son of the angle, would bear to lie sleeping 

 While grayling and trout are all wagging and leaping ? 

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