AND ANGLING SONGS. 1 1/ 



VII. 



Oh ! dulcet as the poet's rhyme, 



When the angler goes a-trolling ; 

 Dulcet and glad the river's chime, 

 A paean in the march of Time ! 



When the angler goes a-trolling. 



VIII. 



The generous gushing of the springs, 



When the angler goes a-trolling ; 

 The stir of song and summer wings, 

 The light which shines, and life which sings, 

 Make earth replete with happy things 



When the angler goes a-trolling ! 



The largest specimen of the Loch Awe ferox which I ever 

 had an opportunity of seeing, weighed, when newly caught, a 

 trifle above nineteen pounds. I am convinced, from inquiries 

 made in the proper quarter, that among the trout on record 

 taken by trolling within the last thirty years, the fish I refer to 

 holds a prominent place. The excelling giants which tradition 

 has assigned to this lake, fellows of two stone and upwards, are 

 not to be found in the registers of any living angler. We are 

 forced to connect them with the feats of a former generation of 

 trout-slayers who were wont to wax provokingly magniloquent 

 upon the quondam produce of this celebrated lake. I have often 

 been tempted to quit my faith in the floating relations respecting 

 the monster race which scoured its depths half a century ago ; 

 but the impressions led to by the scenery round about, the 

 eagle abodes that face its outlet, and the swart moorland here 

 and there hemming it round, in their association with haunts of 

 a corresponding nature underneath, and apparently well suited 



