ON THE THAMES. 313 
and faithful ‘In Memoriam ?’” Old Izaak is buried 
in the cathedral at Winchester; and should the 
reader ever take himself there to catch Itchin trout, 
he should go and look at Izaak’s. monument, for it 
will assuredly bring him luck. 
But to return to the Thames.— 
The first day of June is to the Thames angler 
what the first of September is to the partridge-shot, for 
it is on this day that the former can begin his angling 
operations without let or hindrance, either from fear 
of laws piscatorial, or from qualms of his own con- 
science. It is true, indeed, that but very few fish can 
be caught in the beginning of June; but still there 
is something in trying to catch them. 
Accordingly, one fine first-of-June morning found 
your humble servant and his poetico-piscatorial friend 
P. being punted through Chertsey Bridge by the 
stalwart and “clever fisherman, John Harris of Wey- 
bridge, both hard at work putting new tackle together 
and in as high spirits as two Cockney anglers could 
have been on the first day of the season. We first put 
together our trout-tackle in order to try the weir ; but 
when we got there, alas! two punts with two anglers 
in each were moored in the only two likely places, 
and we heard from Harris a most exciting account of 
the trout of the year that had been—of course—cap- 
tured “the day before yesterday,” and that by some- 
body who, as far as sport is concerned, had no business 
