what do

Pisc.

you call this hill, we came down?

We call it Hanson-Toot.

Viat. Why, farewell Hanson-Toot! I'll no more on thee: I'll go twenty miles about, first: Puh! I sweat, that my shirt sticks to my back.

Pisc. Come, Sir, now we are up the hill; and now how do you?

Viat. Why very well, I humbly thank you, Sir, and warm enough, I assure you. What have we here, a church? As I'm an honest man, a very pretty church!

"Mahometan, shall, scot free, call me GIAUR, but that I shall quit you with an answer much to the wonder of those Mahometans. Dixi," He died of the flux, occasioned by drinking sack at Surat, in 1617: having published his European travels in a quarto volume, which he called his Crudities; and to this circumstance the passage in the text is a manifest allusion. See Athen. Oron. Vol. I. Col. 422.; Purchase's Pilgrim, Part I. Book 4. Chap. 17.; Coriate's Letter from the Court of the Great Mogul, Quarto, 1616; and, above all, Terry's Voyage before cited, the author whereof was, as he himself asserts, his chamber-fellow, or tent-mate, in East-India.

Have you churches in this country, Sir?

Pisc. You see we have: but had you seen none, why should you make that doubt, Sir?

Viat. Why, if you will not be angry, I'll tell you; I thought myself a stage or two beyond Christendom.

Pisc. Come! come! we'll reconcile you to our country, before we part with you; if shewing you good sport with angling will do it.

Viat. My respect to you, and that together, may do much, Sir otherwise, to be plain with you, I do not find myself much inclined that way.

Pisc. Well, Sir, your raillery upon our mountains has
brought us almost home; and look you where the same
river of Dove has again met us to bid you welcome, and
to invite you to a dish of Trouts to-morrow.

Viat. Is this the same we saw at the foot of Penmen-
Maure? It is a much finer river, here.

Pisc. It will appear yet much finer to-morrow. But
look you, Sir, here appears the house,

that is now like to be your inn, for want of a better.

Viat. It appears on a sudden, but not before 'twas lookt for; it stands prettily, and here's wood about it too, but so young, as appears to be of your own planting.

Pisc. It is so. Will it please you to alight, Sir? And now permit me, after all your pains and dangers, to take you in my arms, and to assure you, that you are infinitely welcome.

Viat. I thank you, Sir, and am glad with all my heart I am here; for, in downright truth, I am exceeding weary.

Pisc. You will sleep so much the better; you shall presently have a light supper, and to bed. Come, Sirs, lay the cloth, and bring what you have presently, and let the gentleman's bed be made ready in the mean time in my father Walton's chamber. And now, Sir, here is my service to you; and, once more, welcome!

Viat. I marry, Sir, this glass of good sack has refresht And I'll make as bold with your meat; for the trot has got me a good stomach.

me.

Pisc. Come, Sir, fall to then; you see my little supper is always ready when I come home, and I'll make no stranger of you.

Viat. That your meal is so soon ready, is a sign your servants know your certain hours, Sir; I confess I did not expect it so soon: but now 'tis here, you shall see I will make myself no stranger.

Pisc. Much good do your heart: and I thank you for that friendly word: and now, Sir, my service to you in a cup of More-Land's ale; for you are now in the MoreLands, but within a spit and a stride of the Peak. Fill my friend his glass.

Viat. Believe me you have good ale in the MoreLands, far better than that at Ashborn.

Pisc. That it may soon be; for Ashborn has, (which

is a kind of a riddle,) always in it, the best malt and the worst ale in England. Come, take away, and bring us some pipes, and a bottle of ale: and go to your own Are you for this diet, Sir?

suppers.

Viat. Yes, Sir, I am for one pipe of tobacco; and I perceive yours is very good by the smell.

Pisc. The best I can get in London, I assure you1.

(1) It should seem by what Walton says, Chap X. that he was a smoker and the reader sees, by the passage in the text, that Piscator, by whom we are to understand Cotton himself, is so curious as to have his tobacco from London.

Smoking, or, as the phrase was, taking tobacco, was, in Queen Elizabeth's and her successor's time, esteemed the greatest of all foppery. Ben Jonson, who mortally hated it, has numberless sarcasms against smoking and smokers; all which are nothing, compared to those contained in that work of our King James the First, A Counter-blast to Tobacco. Nor was the ordinary conversation of this monarch less fraught with reasons and invectives against the use of that weed, as will appear from the following saying of his, extracted from A Collection of WITTY APOPHTHEGMS, delivered by him and others, at several times, and on sundry occasions, published in 12mo. 1671.

"That tobacco was the lively image and pattern of hell; for that it "had, by allusion, in it all the parts and vices of the world whereby 66 hell may be gained; to wit: First, It was a smoke; so are the va"nities of this world. Secondly, It delighteth them who take it; so "do the pleasures of the world delight the men of the world. Thirdly, “It maketh men drunken, and light in the head; so do the vanities of "the world: men are drunken therewith. Fourthly, He that taketh tobacco saith he cannot leave it, it doth bewitch him: even so the pleasures of the world make men loath to leave them, they are for the "most part so inchanted with them. And further, besides all this, "It is like hell in the very substance of it, for it is a stinking loathsome "thing; and so is hell. And further, his Majesty professed that, were he to invite the devil to dinner, he should have three dishes; 1. A pig; 2. A pole of ling and mustard; and 3. A pipe of tobacco "for digesture."

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In a Poem printed anno 1619, written by Samuel Rowley, I meet with the following humorous lines, uttered by two good fellows, lovers of drinking and tobacco; and, since that time, printed on a London tobacconist's paper:

I am as dry as ever was March dust;

1 have one groat, and, I will spend it just.
O honest fellow! if that thou say'st so,
Lo! here's my groat, and my tobacco too.

I con

But, Sir, now you have thus far complied with my designs, as to take a troublesome journey into an ill country, only to satisfy me; how long may I hope to enjoy you ?

Viat. Why truly, Sir, as long as I conveniently can; and longer, I think, you would not have me.

Pisc. Not to your inconvenience by any means, Sir: but I see you are weary, and therefore I will presently wait on you to your chamber, where, take counsel of your pillow; and, to-morrow, resolve me. lights; and pray follow them, Sir: lie; and now I have shewed you your you, command any thing you want, good rest.

Viat. Good night, Sir.

Here, take the Here you are like to lodging, I beseech and so I wish you

I conclude this note on smoking, which, by this time, may have made the reader laugh with the mention of a fact that may go near to make him weep, which the people of Herefordshire have by tradition. In that county, to signify the last or concluding pipe that any one means to smoke at a sitting, they use the term a Kemble Pipe; alluding to a man of the naine of Kemble, who in the cruel persecution under that merciless bigot queen Mary, being condemned for heresy, in his walk of some miles from the prison to the stake, amidst a crowd of weeping friends, with the tranquillity and fortitude of a primitive martyr, smoked a pipe of tobacco!