" I NEVER wander where the bordering reeds 

 O'erlook the muddy stream, wliose tangling weeds 

 Perplex tlie fisher; I, nor choose to bear 

 The thievish nightly net, nor barbed spear; 

 Nor draiu I ponds, the golden Carp to take, 

 Nor trowle fur Pikes, dispeoplers of the lake. 

 Around the steel no tortured worm shall twine, 

 No blood of living insect stains my line; 

 Let 1IIC-, less cruel, cast the feathered hook, 

 With pliant rod, athwart the pebbled brook, 

 Silent along the mazy margin stray, 

 And with the fur-wrought fly delude the prey." 

 Gat. 



