258 ANGLING. 



We ne'er shall tread the fancy-haunted valley, 

 Where 'tween the dark hills creeps the small clear stream, 



In arms around the patriarch banner rally, 

 Nor see the moon on royal tombstones gleam. 



Fair these broad meads these hoary woods are grand ; 

 But we are exiles from our fathers' land. 



When the bold kindred, in the time long vanish'd, 

 Conquer'd the soil, and fortified the keep, 



No seer foretold the children would be banish'd, 

 That a degenerate lord might boast his sheep. 



Fair these broad meads these hoary woods are grand ; 

 But we are exiles from our fathers' land. 



Come foreign rage let discord burst in slaughter ! 



Oh ! then for clansman true and stern claymore,' 

 The hearts that would have poured their blood like water, 



Beat heavily beyond the Atlantic roar. 



Fair these broad meads these hoary woods are grand ; 

 But we are exiles from our fathers' land. 



Having now endeavoured to describe the natural 

 habits, the characteristic features, and the approved 

 modes of capture, of the different kinds of trout and 

 salmon, species which so greatly surpass all others 

 in the amusements yielded to the angler, we shall 

 proceed (we doubt not with the joyful assent of all 

 our readers) to a briefer consideration of the re- 

 maining subjects of our sport. 



THE CHAR.* 



Whether the case char ($. alpinus) and the 

 Torgoch or red char (S. sahelinus) are distinct or 

 identical, is a point on which we have not yet made 

 up our mind. Mr. Yarrell thinks that the latter 



* Salmo wnbla, Linn. Agassiz. Salmo alpinus, Penn. 



