200 FLY FISHING FOR TROUT. 



Wotton wrote a really beautiful poem to 

 James I.'s daughter, the luckless Queen of 

 Bohemia ; he also wrote one of the few first-class 

 poems on fishing. It is quite short, but a series 

 of miniature pictures. I like them all. Take 

 this of the trout : 



The jealous Trout, that low did lie, 

 Rose at a wel-dissembled Flie. 



Or this, which might be called a vision of a 

 fisherman's day in spring : 



The showers were short ; the weather mild ; 

 The Morning fresh; the Evening smil'd. 



But I like best this picture : 



Jone takes her neat-rub'd paile, and now 

 She trips to milk the Sand-red Cow ; 

 Where, for some sturdy foot-ball Swaine, 

 Jone strokes a sillibub, or twaine. 



for it strikes that note of irrelevant beauty 

 which great poetry gives. 



Barker's ingenuous style has considerable 

 charm, but he keeps his best for cookery, which 

 stirred him to the depths. However, he was a 

 crafty catcher of fish. 'The night began to 

 alter and grew somewhat lighter : I took off the 

 Lob- worms, and set to my Rod a white Palmer 

 Flie, made of a large hook, I had sport for the 

 time, till it grew lighter : then I put on my red 

 Palmer, I had sport for the time, untill it grew 

 very light ; then I set on my black Palmer, had 

 good sport, made up my dish of fish, put up my 



