170 ANGLING REMINISCENCES. 



Here he sleeps, whose heart was twined 

 With wild stream and wandering burn ; 



Wooer of the western wind, 

 Watcher of the April morn. 



III. 

 Sorrow at the poor man's hearth ! 



Sorrow at the hall of pride ! 

 Honour waits at the grave of worth, 



And high and low stand side by side ! 

 Brother angler, slumber on! 



Haply thou shalt wave the wand, 

 When the tide of time is gone, 



In some far and happy land. 



BURNING OR WATER-FORAY BLACK-FISHING- 



May. Let us leave this spot, Jack. The look 

 on't lowers my spirits, and the dismal moaning 

 which these ash-trees make hath an effect on me 

 which I love not to encourage. 



Leister. I have no wish to remain here any longer, 

 Bill, and 'tis meet we should forthwith be on the 

 start. There is a rumour afloat of a burning to be 

 held to-night on the Meikle-water. Intend you to 

 be present, Tom ? 



Otter. Nay, Jack, I have no great relish for this 

 illegal sport. It is both cruel and irrational, and 

 harms immensely the increase of salmon. As for 

 the spearing of healthy fish during the open-season, 

 and in day-light, as I have seen practised with the 

 single hand on some waters, I say nought against it, 



