So AN ANGLER'S RAMBLES 



From the silvan and blossomy burn, 

 To the vale where thy waters murmur and mourn ; 

 Their memory hangs on the heart ! 



in. 



Often in vision tempt me again 



Thy wild roving shoals ; but I bend 



O'er the silent shapes of the slain ; 



Not for me, from the depths of the billowy main 

 The living thy channels ascend. 



IV. 



Swift as an arrow glancing below, 



Speeds the silver trout of the sea ; 

 And ever on thine autumnal flow 

 The salmon laving his bosom of snow 

 Wends hill-ward but not for me ! 



v. 



Water of Alders ! memory brings 



Me back to each trodden fane, 

 And its silent recall of banish'd things 

 Unfetters affection's buried springs, 



And bids them gush forth again ! 



THE IDENTITY OF THE FINNOCK AND ORANGE-FIN SMOLT. 



THAT the finnock and the orange-fin sraolt are of one and 

 the same species, in fact identical, does not admit, in my judg- 

 ment, of being questioned. As it forms, however, a subject of 

 inquiry still pursued by the Tweed Commissioners, the term 



