Ashiestiel/' consecrated as having been formerly 

 the residence of Sir Walter Scott, 



"For the lore 



Of mighty minds doth hallow in the core 

 Of human hearts, the ruin of a wall 

 Where dwelt the wise and wondrous ...;" 



at another time wiling the bold trout, Salmo Ferox, 

 from the depths of Loch Awe ; and anon, waking the 

 echoes with -a lofty strain, as .he hails the morn, 

 amidst the wilds of Morven. 



SIMPSON. Four have answered the summons 

 you forget Capt. Medwin's "Angler in Wales." 



F1SHEH. He is a spirit of another class, who 

 has approached the circle unbidden. The "Angler in 

 Wales ! " why I see not the least trace of the angler 

 throughout the two volumes. He might as well have 

 " unbuckled his mail," stuffed with fragments of" tra- 

 vellers' tales/' and scraps from the feast of languages, 

 at Calcutta, and called his book the "Angler in 

 Hindostan." Independent of the misnomer, it is not 

 written in the spirit of an angler. How could it? 

 when the doer, whoever he may be, probably never 

 handled a rod, or felt the inspiration of the art, in 

 his life. The calm and cheerful spirit, which the love 

 and practice of angling inspire, is not to be found 

 in the book. From, his "scattering his water" on 

 Byron's ashes, it is not difficult to read his riddle. 

 The noble bard should have dedicated one of his 

 poems to his friend Heaven save us from such friends 

 and appointed him one of his executors. Then, 



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