12 TROUT FISHING 



no doubt made me previous as well as violent in 

 striking. 



It is curious how places and events are associated 

 in one's mind with odd scraps of irrelevance. When 

 I was fishing that stream I was also every morning 

 engaged in the business of constructing Latin verses 

 under the eye of my dear old grandfather, whose 

 chief ambition it was, so far as I was concerned, to 

 make a scholar of me. 



" Carpite dum liceat vos nymphae serta rosarum," 



Never while I live shall I forget that rendering 

 of Herrick's " Gather ye rosebuds while ye may." 

 I think it must have been my rendering after it had 

 been " castigated," but I am not sure. It may have 

 been a model line out of Arundines Cami, or one of 

 the other authorities, in which case I ought not to 

 speak of it with disrespect. But the useful little 

 word " vos " coming in so pat to ease the scansion 

 reminds me of my own Latin verse policy, which 

 followed lines of least resistance, especially when I 

 thought of the trout in the stream with rush-grown, 

 quaking banks. " Old Time is still a-flying." I 

 am afraid I used cordially to endorse that statement 

 many a morning in those lodgings by the sea. Time 

 was flying, I thought, and though I was no amateur 

 of roses I badly wanted to be gathering trout, which 

 came to much the same thing in point of philosophy. 



