SCIENTIFIC ANGLER. 



was thy wrath awakened, O jolly miller ! White in 

 apparel, but rubicund in complexion, you sally forth, 

 portly and irascent : lofty is your language. 



" Who gave you toleration to fish in my mill tail ? " 

 In return, Mr. Miller, you are called an uncivil brute, 

 and you well deserve it; for, in civility, you should 

 first of all have remonstrated, and, in prudence, should 

 afterwards have endeavoured to exact a handsome 

 fine for the trespass. But you did neither of these ; 

 on the contrary, I am sorry to say, you were personal 

 and unpleasant, and forcibly deprived our amiable 

 friend Mr. John Poplin of his rod ; so that he returned 

 to London with an accumulation of bile, and scolded 

 his wife, maid, and footboy. Hard was the fate of 

 the caster of the green granam ! 



Mount we now one step higher, nay, a goodly stride 

 or two ; and let us celebrate the real scientific fly-fisher, 

 to whom fortune has been more propitious. Possessed 

 of ample means, he roves from river to lake, rich in rods 

 of various dimensions, and the jovful possessor of all 

 the flies that have been named or engraved in all the 

 ninety-nine books that have been published on the art 

 of angling, not forgetting that distinguished fly called 

 the professor. We have a boundless respect for this 

 young gentleman. We like his custom of roving about. 

 He does not scruple to mount his tilbury, and to flourish 

 his rod over the rivers and lakes of Wales, and to lash 

 also with zeal all the waters of Westmoreland and 

 Cumberland. He is not a mere angler, but somewhat 

 of an artist also ; at least he thinks so himself. So when 

 the sun rides high, and the lake lies hot and motion- 



