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them, took in his fields : for I could sit there quietly, and looking on the water, see some fishes sport themselves in the silver streams, others leaping at flies of several shapes and colours; looking on the hills, I could behold them spotted with woods and groves; looking down the meadows, could see here a 'boy gathering lilies and lady-smocks, and there a girl cropping culverkeys and cowslips, all to make garlands suitable to this present month of May. These, and many other field flowers, so perfumed the air, that I thought that very meadow like that field in Sicily of which Diodorus speaks, where the perfumes arising from the place make all dogs that hunt in it to fall off, and to lose their hottest scent. I say, as I thus sat, joying in my own happy condition, and pitying this poor rich-man that owned this and many other pleasant groves and meadows about me, I did thankfully remember what my Saviour said, that the meek possess the earth, or rather they enjoy what the others possess and enjoy not ; for anglers, and meek, quiet-spirited men are free from those high, those restless thoughts, which corrode the sweets of life: and they, and they only, can say, as the poet has happily expressed it :

Hail, blest estate of lowliness!
Happy enjoyments of such minds
As, rich in self-contentedness,
Can, like the reeds in roughest winds,
By yielding, make that blow but small,

At which proud oaks and cedars fall. “There came, also, into my mind, at that time, certain verses in praise of a mean estate and humble mind : they were written' by Phineas Fletcher, an excellent divine, and an excellent angler, and the author of excellent 'Piscatory Eclogues,' in which you shall see the picture of this good man's mind; and I wish mine to be like it.

No empty hopes, no courtly fears him fright ;
No begging wants his middle fortune bite,
But sweet content exiles both misery and spite.
His certain life, that never can deceive him,
Is full of thousand sweets and rich content;
The smooth-leaved beeches in the field receive him
With coolest shade, till noontide's heat be spent.
His life is neither tast in boisterous seas,

Or the vexatious world, or lost in slothful ease;
Pleased and full blessed he lives when he his God can please.
His bed, more safe than soft, yields quiet sleeps ;

While hy his side his faithful spouse hath place,
His little son into his bosom creeps,

The lovely picture of his father's face.
His humble house or poor state ne'er torment him,

Less could he like, if less his God had lent him,

And when he dies, green turfs do for a tomb content him." My pardon for this digression (we are upon an excursion) will, I expect, be easily gained'; and now then to our fishing. Like everything else, it is dull only when it is dull,-a truism of wider and deeper application than meets the eye. Ours was not dull; for, saith honest Izaak, mingling, according to his wont, a moral with his maxim,“ bite the perch will, and that very boldly; and as one has uittily observed,

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If there be twenty or forty in a hole, they may be, at one standing, all catched one after another; they being,' as he says, ' like the wicked of the world, not afraid, though their fellows and companions perish in their sight:'" and perish they did by the fair hands of our lasses. Nothing interests females more than angling, especially the novices; the impatient eagerness they display from the first bob of the float till it disappears, the manful jerk with which they not unfrequently toss their captive high in air over their heads, or if he be too heavy or powerful to be so unceremoniously brought to land, the inveterate opponency they maintain against his struggles, their joy at his final captivation, are huge provocatives to mirth. And such were the details of this part of our excursion.

And now to our repast. In the midst of Somerton Broad is erected a spacious boat-house, adjoining an islet some twenty yards long and about half as wide. Here were landed all our homely viands, our pies of chicken, of beef, and of fruit; nor did our present port seem the less commodious, because it included also two of the best ports of old England, -red port and port-er. In half a minute a door was unshipped from its hinges, and a plank or two from the boats, by the supporting aid of a huge mass of flint (a geological adjunct of the chalky substratum of the country), and one of our boxes, according to Dr. Geddes's maccaroni

“ Cum mappis mundis coveratas ac china plattis,” afforded us a table which the gods (provided they were as keen as the water had made us) might have envied. Spite of Mrs. Glasse, Dr. Kitchener, the Lady of Edinburgh, and even Ude himself, the Lacedæmonian sauce is the best that can grace an entertainment. Suffice it that we laughed and we quaffed amidst our little world of waters with the gaiety that none feel who cannot deliver themselves over to the abandon of such wild frolicking.

the waters," some moored in the row-boat to angle under the shelter of the reeds, while the others in the cutter scudded to and fro in every direction to take in the liggers and try our fortune. Nothing could be more animating than the way in which our little vessel was handled by our coxswain, a young farmer whose temper, manner, and appearance all declared the purpose of his life to be to laugh and grow fat. We had many a gibe both from him and his sails; the boat bounded and turned like a courser to the rein under his direction, whilst the musical voices of some of our party in song and duet added melody and harmony to our other pleasures. Thus passed the day, but we had still a novelty in store for its close. We left the Broads through a narrow channel scarcely wide enough for the passing of two boats, and yet this was the navigable river. Its course was perfectly invisible beyond the reeds by which its waters were fringed, nor was it possible to conjecture to what part or place it tended. A situation so singular, and scenery so unlike all we are accustomed to, originates thoughts and sensations we can neither recall nor describe further than that they seem to bear us to those remote settlements where the adventurers have left behind them every trace of human existence save their own. To me it was enchanting, for it brought me back to the long-passed hours and

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delights of my boyhood. Another of the party thus gave permanency in verse to the feelings it inspired.

As the swallow is to the wild sea-mew,

Whirling above the foaming tide-
Or the snowy wreath in the sky's clear blue

To the thunder cloud in its dusky pride-
Such and so distant wouldst thou be,
My frolic-boat to the bark of the sea.
No crested wave lifts thy fragile form

With sudden force from its silvery track ;
The distant moan of the coming storm

Puts not thy fluttering canvass aback;
Steadily, steadily, on we sail
O'er the inland waters calm and pale.
As the fan is furl'd by the maiden's hand,

Or the bubble blown by the sportive boy,
So, aided by the breezes bland,

Do I govern thee, my trim-built toy;
Like the fish in the water, the bird in the sky,
Now, now wę glide--now, now we fly. !
The moon is up; o'er the inland lakes

The silence of night is stealing slow;
Not a sound through the still enchantment breaks,

As the water parts lazily round thy prow;
And while by the rustling reeds we creep, .
Thou and the flood seem lulling to sleep.
The water-lily around us floats,

Or sparkles out from a sedgy port,
A fairy fleet of pleasure-boats,

Returning like us from sylvan sport;
The Spirit that guides them we cannot see,
But they have a Spirit as well as we;-
The Spirit that keeps the waters calm,

That brightens the green of the waving wood,
That fills the air with health and balm,

And the world with life-the Spirit of Good.
May it bear me onward through light and dark,

As thou bearest me home, my bonny bark. “Our revels now are ended ;” and if I have conducted the reader to a region unknown to him-if I have succeeded in conveying even a general outline of this singular district, bringing together the very confines of land and water, fertility and barrenness, this abode of mediocrity, comfort, and heartiness—if I have told of gratifications, simple but sweet, though tried but by few—if I shall have encouraged others to seek them at the same source, and taught how they are to be felt and understood, my purpose is fulfilled.


I saw her as I fancied fair,

Yes, fairest of earth's creatures; I saw the purest red and white

O'erspread her lovely features;
She fainted, and I sprinkled her,

Her malady relieving ;
I wash d both rose and lily off!-

Oh! seeing's not believing!
I look'd again, again I long'd

To breathe love's fond confession; I saw her eyebrows form'd to give

Her face its arch expression; But gum is very apt to crack,

And whilst my breast was heaving, It so fell out that one fell off !

Oh! seeing's not believing !
I saw the tresses on her brow,

So beautifully braided;
I never saw, in all my life,

Locks look so well as they did.
She walk'd with me one windy day-

Ye zephyrs, why so thieving?
The lady lost her flaxen wig !-

Oh! seeing 's ilot believing !
I saw her form, by Nature's hand

So prodigally finished,
She were less perfect if enlarged,

Less perfect if diminished;
Her toilet I surprised,—the worst

Of wonders then achieving,–
None know the bustle I perceived !-

Oh! seeing's not believing!
I saw, when costly gems I gave,

The smile with which she took them; And if she said no tender things,

l've often seen her look them; I saw her my affianced bride,

And then, my mansion leaving, She ran away with Colonel Jones !-

Oh! seeing's not believing !
I saw another maiden soon,

And struggled to detain her;
I saw her plain enough-in fact,

Few women could be plainer;
'Twas said that at her father's death

A plum she'd be receiving-
I saw that father's house and grounds !-

Oh! seeing's not believing!
I saw her mother-she was deck'd

With furbelows and feathers;
I saw distinctly that she wore

Silk stockings in all weathers;

I saw, beneath a load of gems,

The matron's bosom heaving;
I saw a thousand signs of wealth!-

Oh! seeing's not believing!
I saw her father, and I spoke

Of marriage in his study;
But would he let her marry me ?

Alas! alas ! how could he !
I saw him smile a glad consent,

My anxious heart relieving,
And then I saw the settlements -

Oh! seeing's not believing !
I saw the daughter, and I named

My moderate finances;
She spurn'd me not, she gave me one

Of her most tender glances :
I saw her father's bank—thought I,

There cash is safe from thieving;
I saw my money safely lodged !

Oh! seeing's not believing!
I saw the bank, the shutters up,

I could not think what they meant !
The old infirmity of firms,

The bank had just stopt payment ! I saw my future father then

Was ruined past retrieving,
Like me, without a single sous !-

Oh! seeing's not believing !
I saw the banker's wife had got

The fortune settled on her ;
What cared he when the creditors

Talk'd loudly of dishonour ?
I saw his name in the “ Gazette,"

But soon I stared, perceiving
. He bought another house and grounds -

Oh! seeing's not believing!
I saw-yes, plain as plain could be-

I saw the banker's daughter;
She saw me too, and call d for sal-

Volatile and water;.
She said that she had just espoused

A rich old man, conceiving,
That I was dead or gone to jail!-

Oh! seeing's not believing !
I saw a friend, and freely spoke

My mind of the transaction ;
Her brother heard it, and he callid,

Demanding satisfaction ;
We met-I fell—that brother's ball

In my left leg receiving;
I have two legs-true-one is cork!-

Oh! seeing's not believing!

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