The angler . THE ANGLER. This day dame Nature seemd in love, The lusty sap began to move, Fresh juice did stir th embracing vines, And birds had drawn their valentines. The jealous trout that low did lie, Rose at a well dissembled fly. There stood my friend, with patient skill, Attending of his trembling quill. Sir H. Watton. It is said that many an unlucky urchin isinduced to run away from his family, andbetake himself to seafaring life, from readingthe history of Robinson Crusoe; and I sus-pect that, in like manner, many of thoseworthy gentlemen, who are given to hauntthe sides of pastoral s
The angler . THE ANGLER. This day dame Nature seemd in love, The lusty sap began to move, Fresh juice did stir th embracing vines, And birds had drawn their valentines. The jealous trout that low did lie, Rose at a well dissembled fly. There stood my friend, with patient skill, Attending of his trembling quill. Sir H. Watton. It is said that many an unlucky urchin isinduced to run away from his family, andbetake himself to seafaring life, from readingthe history of Robinson Crusoe; and I sus-pect that, in like manner, many of thoseworthy gentlemen, who are given to hauntthe sides of pastoral streams with angle-rodsi in hand, may trace the origin of their passionto the seductive pages of honest Izaak Wal-ton. I recollect studying his CompleteAngler several years since, in company witha knot of friends in America, and, moreover,that we were all completely bitten with theangling mania. It was early in the year ; butas soon as the weather was auspicious, andthat the spring began to melt into the verge
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