RELIGION, SUPERSTITION, ETC. 51 



saint having an irresistible desire for some flesh meat, ob- 

 tained a pine of pork, and hid it. An apparition had its 

 eyes upon him, and struck him with remorse of conscience. 

 He repented; and as a proof of his sincere contrition, 

 an angel turns this pine of pork into fish. There is a 

 satirical song, written about fifty years ago, by a well- 

 known angler of Trinity College, Dublin, which we shall 

 here transcribe. 



"No doubt, St. Patrick was an angler 



Of credit and renown, sir, 

 And many shining trout he caught 



Ere he built Dublin town, sir. 

 And story says (it tells no lies) 



He fish'd with bait and line, sir, 

 At every throw he had a bite 



Which tugg'd and shook the twine, sir. 



" In troubl'd streams he lov'd to fish, 



Then salmon could not see, sir 5 

 The trout and eels, and also pike, 



Were under this decree, sir. 

 And this, perhaps, may solve a point 



With other learned matters, sir, 

 Why Irishmen still love to fish 



Among c troubl'd waters,' sir. 



" Some likewise say, nay even swear, 



He was a goodly saint, sir ; 

 And made c loose fish J for all the land, 

 And trout aa red as paint, sir. 



