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is to be had on any hawthorn bush after the leaves be come forth. With these and a short line, (as I shewed to angle for a Chub, *) you * See page 53. may dape or dop, and also with a grasshopper, behind a tree, or in any deep hole; still making it to move on the top of the water as if it were alive, and still keeping yourself out of sight, you shall certainly have sport if there be Trouts; yea, in a hot day, but especially in the evening of a hot day, you will have sport.
And now, scholar, my direction for fly-fishing is ended with this shower, for it has done raining. And now look about you, and see how pleasantly that meadow looks; nay, and the earth smells as sweetly too. Come let me tell
you what holy Mr. Herbert says of such days and flowers as these, and then we will thank God that we enjoy them, and walk to the river and sit down quietly, and try to catch the other brace of Trouts.
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
for thou must die.
and thou must die,
and all must die.
then chiefly lives.
and are nourished; and this he beheld one of these insects doing in the bud of av oak,
See Malpighi, de Gullis, page 47. See also Dr. Plot's History of Staffordshire, 224.
And Dr, Derham says, he himself “ had once the good fortune to see an oakball ichneumon strike its terebra into an oak-apple divers times, no doubt to lay its eggs therein.” Phys. Theol. Book viii. Chap. 6. Note bb.
There is no comparison between the first of these authorities and those of the two persons last-mentioned: but it is pleasing to apply the accidental diss coveries of unlearned meu to the confirmation of hypotheses of which they are ignorant.
Ven. I thank you, good master, for your good direction for fly-fishing, and for the sweet enjoyment of the pleasant day, which is so far spent without offence to God or man: and I thank you for the sweet close of your discourse with Mr. Herbert's verses; who, I have heard, loved angling; and I do the rather believe it, because he had a spirit suitable to anglers, and to those primitive Christians that you love, and have so much commended.
Pisc. Well, my loving scholar, and I am pleased to know thạt you are so well pleased with my direction and discourse.
And since you like these verses of Mr, Herbert's so well, let tell
you what a reverend and learned divine that professes to imitate him, (and has indeed done so most excellently,) hath writ of our book of Common Prayer; which I know you will like the better, because he is a friend of mine, and I am sure no enemy to angling.' What ! PRAY'R by the BOOK ? und COMMON? Yes; why not?
The spirit of grace
For tinie und place,
Is all alike to him that prays,
They that is private, by themselves alone,
Do pray, may take
Wherein to make
To him that sees in secret, when
(1) This passage goes very near to uofold to us a secret in literary history, viz, the name of the author of the Synagogue, a collection of poems, suppletory to that of Mr, George Herbert entitled the Temple. For we see “ Ch. Harvie" subscribed to the ensuing EULOGIUM on the Common Prayer, which is also to be found in the Synagogue. And I find in the Athen. Oxon. Vol. I. 267.
Christopher Hurucy; a Master of Arts, Vicar of Clifton in Warwickshire; born in 1597, and who lived to 1663, and perhaps after. Further, the second copy of commendatory verses, prefixed to this book, has the subscription
But he that unto others leads the way
lo public prayer,
They need not fear
Amen; not doubt they were betray'd
To blaspheme, when they meant to have pray'd.
And why should not
Prayer in the Church's WORDS as well
CH. HARVIE. And now, scholar, I think it will be time to repair to our angle-rods, which we left in the water to fish for themselves; and you shall choose which shall be yours; and it is an even lay, one of them catches.
And, let me tell you, this kind of fishing with a dead rod, and laying night-hooks, are like putting money to use; for they both work for the owners when they do nothing but sleep, or eat, or rejoice, as you know we have done this last hour, and sat as quietly and as free from cares under this sycamore, as Virgil's Tityrus and his Melibæus did under their broad beech-tree. No life, my honest scholar, no life so happy and so pleasant as the life of a well-governed angler; for when the lawyer is swallowed up with business, and the statesman is pre
Harvie, M.A." The presumption, therefore, is very strong, that both were written by the Christopher Harvey above-mentioned. At the end of the Syna. gogue are some verses subscribed " Iz. Wa."
(1) These verses were written at or near the time when the Liturgy was abolished by an ordinance of parliament, and while it was agitating, as a theological question, whether, of the two, pre conceived or extemporary prayer be most agreeable to the sense of Scripture? In favour of the former, I have heard it asserted by a very eloquent person, and one of the ablest writers both in prose and verse now living, that he never, without premeditation, could address his Maker in terms suited to his conceptions; and that of all written composition he had found that of prayer to be the most difficult. Of the same opinion is a very eminent prelate of this day; who, (being himself an excellent judge of literature), in a conversation on the subject, declared it to me, at the same time saying, that, excepting those in the Liturgy, he looked on the prayers of Dr. Jeremy Taylor, that occur in the course of his works, as by far the most eloquent and energetic of any in our language.
venting or contriving plots, then we sit on cowslip-banks, hear the birds sing, and possess ourselves in as much quietness as these silent silver streams, which we now see glide so quietly by us. Indeed, my good scholar, we may say of angling, as Dr. Boteler' said of strawberries, “ Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did;" and so, (if I might be judge,) “ God never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent recreation than angling.”
I'll tell you, scholar; when I sat last on this primrosebank, and looked down these meadows, I thought of them as Charles the emperor did of the city of Florence: “ that they were too pleasant to be looked on, but only on holy-days.” As I then sat on this very grass, I turned my present thoughts into verse: 'twas a Wish, which I'll repeat to you."
THE ANGLER'S WISH.
Or, on that bank, feel the west wind
* Like Her
(1) The person here mentioned I take to be Dr. William Butler, an eminenc physician of our author's time, styled by Fuller, in his Worthies, Suffolk, 67, the Æsculapius of the age: he invented a medical drink, called “ Dr. Butler's Ale,” which, if oot now, was a very few years ago sold at certain houses in London, that had his head for a sign. One of these was in Ivy-lane, aud another in an alley leading froin Coleman-street to Basinghall-street. He was a great humourist; a circumstance in his character which, joined to his reputation for skill in his profession, might contribute to render him popular.
(2) We have bere litile less than Walton's own word for it, that the following beautiful stanzas are of his writing. That he had in his mind a vein of poetry, is noted in our Life of him; to which let me add, that the name of his supposed mistress, “ Kenna," seems clearly to be formed from the maidenname of his wife, which was Ken.
(3) We see, hy the Author's reference to the margin, that he wishes to hear Kenpa, his mistress, sing the song “ Like Hermit poor.” This song was set
Or a loverock build her nest:
Thus, free from law-suits and the noise
Of princes' courts, I would rejoice :
And angle on; and beg to have
When I had ended this composure, I left this place, and saw a brother of the angle sit under that honeysuckle hedge, one that will prove worth your acquaintance. I sat down by him, and presently we met with an accidental piece of merriment, which I will relate to you, for it rains still.
On the other side of this very hedge sat a gang of
to music by Mr. Nich. Laneare, an eminent master of Walton's time; (who, we are told by Wood, was also an excellent painter; and whose portrait is yet to be seen in the Music-School at Oxford;) and is printed with the notes, in a Collection entitled Select musical ayres and dialogues, folio, 1653.
It was also set by Sig. Alfonso Ferabosco, and published in a collection of his airs, in folio, 1609; but Laneare's composition is preferred.
There is no doubt but that this song was (and probably with Mrs. Walton) a favourite one; for, some years after the Restoration, the three first words of it were become a phrase. The affected writer of the Life of the Lord-keeper Guildford, page 212 of that book, speaking of Sir Job Charleton, then chiefjustice of Chester, says, he wanted to speak with the King; and went to Whitehall, where, returning from his walk in St. James's park, he must pass; and there be sat him down,“ like hermit poor.” And I also find, among the poems of Mr. Phineas Fletcher, hereafter mentioned, a metaphrase of the xliid Psalm; wbiel, we are told, may be sung to the tune of, “ Like hermit poor.” Further, we meet with an allusion to this song in Hudibras, Part I. Canto ii. line 1169.
“That done, they ope the trap.door gate,
Like hermit poor in pensive place.”
(2) Shawford-brook, part of the river Sow, running through the very land which Walton bequeathed in his will to the corporation of Stafford to find coals for the poor : the right of fishery in which attaches to this little estate.
The house, described by Walton in his will, is now divided. The brook is a beautiful winding stream, and the situation such as would be likely to create ad miration in a mind like Walton's,