In vain the Angler tries the common stream, He finds nor Carp, Tench, Barbel, Pearch nor Bream; All arm t' oppose the tyrant's hateful reign, Lo! at the sound the hunters gay appear, He's ta'en the water, thither tends his track, He dives, he vents again, one hardy hound, Redoubled clamours urge the wať'ry war. See, there he dives! the bubbles mark his way. But hark! I hear the shepherd's voice-behold His bleating flocks he hastens to the fold. My spirits flag, and aching limbs advise Rest, and the fare which wasted strength supplies : The nerves, which by excess of toil we strain, Should be to vig'rous toil brac'd up again. So shall they last with care a good old age, "Till nature gives the cue to quit the stage. Yon smoking cot, beat by the mountain wind, Harbours a good and hospitable mind; Reg'lar his rent, and annual tythes he pays, His friend he welcomes, and on Sunday prays; Nor turns the way-worn stranger from his door, Receives the rich-but welcomes in the poor. There on good beef the ev'ning I'll regale, And crown the sober cup with nut-brown ale. CANTO VIII. TROLLING FOR PIKE. Time, October.-Rural Scenery and Employments.-Description of the Pike, and mode of Feeding it.—Proper Baits and Rules for the Sport.-A Recipe for Cooking it.Quære as to the Origin of the Angler's Art.-The Seasons improper for Angling, when the Fish are Breeding.Hope delusive.-Reflections on Nature's Works.-The Soldier-Crab.-Polypus, &c.-On the Organ of Hearing in Fish. The Bounty of Providence ought to impress us with Gratitude.-Return Home. |