an scarcely fail of exciting most pleasing 

 sea-side reminiscences. Behold the joint effect 

 of Topham's pencil and Beckwith's "burin, and read 

 the description of Crabbe": 



"Turn to the watery world! "but who to thee 

 (A wonder yet un viewed) shall paint the Sea? 

 Various and vast, sublime in all its forms, 

 When lulled by zephyrs, or when rous'd by storms, 

 Its colours changing, when from clouds and sun 

 Shades after shades upon the surface run; 

 Embrowned and horrid .now, and now serene, 

 In limpid blue and evanescent green ; 

 And oft the foggy banks on ocean lie, 

 Lift the far sail, and cheat th 'experienced eye. 



"Be it the summer noon: a sandy space 

 The ebbing tide has left upon its place ; 

 Then just the hot and stony beach above 

 Light twinkling streams in bright confusion move ; 

 (For heated thus, the warmer air ascends 

 And with the cooler in its fall contends.) 

 Then the broad bosom of the ocean keeps 

 An equal motion; swelling as it sleeps, 

 Then slowly sinking, curling to the strand, 

 Faint lazy waves o'ercreep the ridgy sand, 

 Or tap the tarry boat with gentle -blow, 

 And back return in silence, smooth and slow. 

 Ships in the calm seem anchored; for they glide 

 On the still sea, urged solely by the tide." 



But, having thus taken a glimpse of the 

 sea, to return to our fresh-water angling. 

 Previous to enumerating the fish which are prin- 



