264 ANGLING LITERATURE 



There daily met, 

 No dark regret 



Shall cloud our noon of pleasure ; 

 We '11 carry rule 

 O'er stream and pool, 

 And none to claim a measure. 



With tackless care 

 On chosen hair, 

 March fly and minnow tender, 

 We shall invite 

 The scaly wight 

 To eye them and surrender. 



And when out-worn 

 We'll seek some thorn 

 With shadow old and ample 

 The natural ground, 

 Moss laid around, 

 An angler's resting temple 1 



' The North Country Angler,' by Stephen Oliver 

 (W. A. Chatto), appeared about 1838. It is an agreeable 

 and ably written volume. We shall give one of the songs 

 from the work. 



" The wild bull his cover in Chillingham wood 

 Has left, and now browses the daisy-strewed plain ; 

 The May -fly and swallow are skimming the flood, 

 And sweet in the hedge blooms the hawthorn again ; 

 The young lambs are skipping on Cheviot's broad mountain. 

 The heather springs green upon Whitsunbank side ; 

 The streams are as clear as the limestone rock fountain, 

 And sweet is the palm blossom's scent where they glide. 



