A LAY OF THE LEA. 203 



Ne'er should angler stroll, 



Ledger, dap, or troll, 

 Without Izaak in his pouch, on the banks of Lea ; 



Ne'er with worm or fly, 



Trap the finny fry, 

 Without loving thoughts of him, and Benedwite ! 



So to sport again, 

 With my palmers twain 



Ha! a lovely speckled trout where's its peer, I 

 wonder ? 



And there's a dace you ne'er 

 Saw finer, I declare 



There's by all that's cruel, yes there's my CERBERUS 

 yonder ! 



Up go rod and tackle ! 



Up go midge and hackle ! 

 Hurry scurry, down the path, fast my foe approaches 



W T heel the line in steady ! 



Now all's right and ready 



Izaak makes a sudden plunge 'mongst the bleak and 

 roaches. 



Hollo, hollo, hollo ! 

 Will he dare to follow ? 

 Over dykes, with flying leaps over gates and hedges ! 



