AND ANGLING SONGS. 



XVI. 



Talk'd over when the heart is rife, 

 And the strong passion of one's life 



Takes form in fireside story ; 

 In that rich hour when Fancy sooth 

 Throws her flower'd mantle over Truth, 

 And elevates to glory ; 



XVII. 



On Thurso, with whose going forth 

 To face the rough seas of the North 



Amid the March winds' bluster, 

 Is heard the war-cry from afar 

 Of the 'impetuous' Dunbar, 



' Ho ! anglers, to the muster!' 



XVIII. 



Below the fairy Ess of Shin, He taketh 



cast of the 



Where poised on its elastic fin wand 



The salmon breasts the current ; 

 On Brora too, whose pulse throbs fast, 

 Timed by the moaning of the blast, 



And music of the torrent. 



XIX. 



On Deveron, where the Huntly's tower 



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Tells its own tale of feudal power 



In grim, barbaric letters ; 

 Among the braes of Rothiemay, 

 And where the Bogie blinks the day 



Under its flowery fetters. 



visiteth the 



