36 THE SCOTTISH ANGLER. 



such as talk learnedly of the art, who classify and ex* 

 tend their artificial entomology into so many varieties 

 of the Phryganidae, Ephemeridae, Philopotomidae, 

 and Leptoceridae, as some do ; calm, sober souls, who 

 fetch out their whole dressing apparatus to the river- 

 side, beat up the reeds and alders, and then squat down 

 leisurely the best part of the morning to make their 

 humble imitations ; while we, keener and less fasti- 

 dious, are diverting a huge salmon down the stream, 

 hooked at the first throw with a common trout hackle. 

 Let your supply of flies be small and fresh, and the 

 means of replenishing it always at hand ; thus you will 

 save useless expense, and remedy interminable con- 

 fusion. 



SONG. 



Bring the rod, the line, the reel ! 

 Bring, oh bring the osier creel ! 

 Bring me flies of fifty kinds, 

 Bring me showers, and clouds, and winds. 

 All things right and tight, 



All things well and proper, 

 Trailer red and bright, 



Dark and wily dropper % 

 Casts of midges bring, 



Made of plover hackle, 

 With a gauzy wing, 

 And a cobweb tackle. 



Lead me where the river flows, 

 Show me where the alder grows, 

 Reeds and rushes, moss and mead, 

 To them lead me, quickly lead, 

 Where the roving trout 



Watches round an eddy, 

 With his eager snout 



Pointed up and ready, 

 Till a careless fly 



On the surface wheeling, 

 Tempts him rising sly 

 From his safe concealing. 



