4r2 AMERICAN FISHES. 
are embalmed in the dramas, essays and poems of the old masters. Instead 
f grouping these fishes in accordance with systematic relations, they shall 
te taken up under their popular names and much in the same order in 
which Piscator introduced them, or their representatives, to his pupil 
Venator, two hundred and thirty-five years ago. 
There is a kind of pleasure known to English anglers which is cultivated 
by but few of those who are called by the same name in America—the 
quiet, peaceful delight of brook-fishing in the midst of the restful scenery 
of the woods and the meadows. It is difficult to imagine a thorough dis- 
ciple of Walton chumming for striped-bass in the surf at Newport or trolling 
for Muskellunge among the Thousand Islands, drailing for Blue-fish in 
the Vineyard Sound, or tugging at a tarpum-line in the Gulf of Mexico. 
The muscular exertion, the excitement, the flurry and noise, make such 
sports more akin to the fiercer pursuits of hunting than to the contemplative 
man’s recreation. The wisest, best and gentlest of anglers, those who 
have made the literature of angling akin to poetry, have not, as a rule, 
oreferred to make a violent exercise of their fishing. 
In his charming essay on ‘‘ Roach-fishing as a Fine Art,’’ Edward Senior 
makes some pertinent remarks upon this topic. ‘‘ Notwithstanding,”’ says 
he, ‘‘ the Philistine sneer at the assertion that the beauties of nature are a 
strong attraction for the angler, the fact remains. The meadows, woods, 
birds, bees, dragon-flies, forget-me-nots, meadow-sweet, and even the 
water-vole and the moorhen, enter into the vision which tempts the angler 
to the water-side. A little angling with a good deal of the sweet sights 
and sounds which it brings, is a boon to tens of thousands, who ought to 
be ever grateful to the roach, which is their excuse and opportunity.’’ 
This is the true Waltonian spirit, and the very same which inspired the 
angler’s songs of old: 
Of Recreation there is none 
So free as Fishing is alone ; 
All other Pastimes do no less 
Than Mind and Body both possess ; 
My Hand alone my Work can do, 
So I can fish and study too. 
T love not Angling (rude) on Seas— 
Fresh Streams my Inclination please, 
Whose sweet calm Course to Thought I call, 
And seek in Life to copy all ; 
In Bounds (like them) I fain would keep, 
Like them, would (when I break them) weep, 
