IN MEMORIAM. 841 



dent Martin Van Buren, whom we have noticed in former 

 pages as enjoying themselves with the rod along our moun- 

 tain-streams, or within the boundary of our beautiful lakes. 



Many other companions of our enticing pleasures have 

 gone not " out into the night, but have been translated 

 from the beautiful rivers of earth to the golden rivers of 

 heaven." Let us emulate their good deeds and follow their 

 good examples, that we also may be worthy of a place in the 

 abodes of the blest. 



Our first love in the domain of magazine literature was 

 for the Knickerbocker Magazine ; we were delighted with the 

 easy and pleasant flowing style of Lewis and Willis Gaylord 

 Clarke ; the Editor's Table and the many gems of prose and 

 poetry that its ever-welcome pages contained of Lake 

 George, of the Thousand Islands, the Adirondacks, etc. 

 Among the contributors was the refined, calm, contempla- 

 tive, and eloquent divine, the Rev. Gurdon Huntington, 

 brother of the celebrated artist, Daniel Huntington. The 

 New York Evening Post, speaking of his life and death, 

 which occurred November 29, 1875, says: "His various 

 fugitive pieces contain passages of rare beauty, show a pas- 

 sion for Nature, and breathe a contemplative spirit. He was 

 a disciple of Izaak Walton, and in the spring and summer 

 often sauntered, with angling-rod in hand, by the sparkling 

 brooks which abound among the wooded hills of Delaware 

 County." 



The following lines, a portion of a little poem contributed 

 to the Knickerbocker Magazine of October, 1852, by Mr. 

 Huntington, had a charm for us at that day that we have not 

 forgotten, nor will they ever be by any contemplative angler 

 who reads them : 



