ILLUSTRATED FROM ANGLING. 227 



Your lawyer, some say, is a shark, 



Yet he preys both by land and by water, 

 And perhaps 'twould be nearer the mark 



If we dubb'd him a black alligator. 

 To catch him, there is but one rule, 



A rogue can best hamper his brother, 

 And they tell me, like pikes in a pool, 



Your lawyers will bite one another. 



In cunning a Jew has no match, 



He'll slip through your hands like an eel j 

 And maids are still harder to catch, 



When of youth the first blushes they feel ; 

 But with patience an angler must wait, 



Till older and older they grow, 

 When, like trouts, they'll all rise at his bait, 



Tho' a feather's the very first throw." 



" THE ANGLER MORALIZING OVER HIS FLY-BOOK. 



When sitting by the fire last night, 



Tho' I'm not over wise ; 

 My mind's eye just to take a sight, 



Gaz'd on my book of flies. 

 When thinking, as I sipp'd my grog, 



They seemed thus to say : 

 If you'll attend, I'll help to jog 



Your memory some day. 



So list, tho' in a ditty now 

 These hints are well to prize ! 



For there's wit and wisdom, you'll allow, 

 About a book of flies. 



