280 FOREIGN ANGLING LITERATURE 



Give way, boys ! give way, boys ! our prow points to shore, 



Give way, boys ! give way, boys ! our labour is o'er. 



As the black mass of forest our torch-light receives, 



It breaks into groups of trunks, branches, and leaves : 



On his perch in the hemlock, we've blinded with light 



Yon gray-headed owl see him flutter from sight ! 



And the orator frog, as we gild with the glow, 



Stops his speech with a groan, and dives splashing below. 



One long and strong pull the prow grates on the sand, 



Three cheers for our luck, boys ! as spring we to land." 



The Eev. Dr. Beecher, of New York, has recently (1853) 

 written a series of delightful papers, in the New York 

 Independent, on his favourite amusement of angling. 

 We shall give a specimen or two of his style and the 

 spirit with which he enters into the sport. 



" TROUTING. 



Where shall we go ? Here is the More brook, the"upper 

 part running through bushy and wet meadows, but the 

 lower part flowing transparently over the gravel, through 

 the grass and pasture grounds near the edge of the village, 

 where it curves and winds and ties itself into bow knots. 

 It is a charming brook to catch trout, when you can catch 

 them, but they are mostly caught. 



Well, there is the Candy brook. We will look at that. 

 A man might walk through the meadows and not suspect 

 its existence. The grass meets over the top of its upper 

 section and quite hides it ; and below, through that iron- 

 tinctured marsh land, it expands only a little, growing 



