13'2 ORNITHOLOGICAL RAMBLES. 



Mark the fisher on the margin wield the pliant supple rod ; 

 Direct the free and lithesome line upon the foaming flood, 

 To lure its finny denizens and draw them to the side 

 The speckled trout and salmon, wily monarch of the tide. 



Mirror'd in the limpid loch behold the azure sky ; 

 The cloudlets sweep athwart it, and arc caught reflectively ; 

 And harmonious commingle with a rich and varied hue, 

 Heath and heather, russet bracken, and the moss-grown 

 granite too. 



With a happy thrill of freedom do I drink the bracing air ; 

 I feel it in my life-blood as I mount the rugged stair ; 

 And I envy still the skylark skyward singing as I roam, 

 Making music in the desert, in the wilderness a home. 



FINIS. 



K. NEWMA.\ T , MUNTER, 9, DEVONSHIRE STREET, BISHOPSGATE. N.I-,. 



