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But I am very confident a Trout will not be troubled two hours with any hook that has so much as one handful of line left behind with it, or that is not struck through a bone, if it be in any part of his mouth only: nay, I do certainly know that a Trout, as soon as ever he feels himself prickt, if he carries away the hook, goes immediately to the bottom, and will there

like a hog upon the gravel, till he either rub out or break the hook in the middle. And so much for this first sort of angling in the middle for a Trout,

The second way of Angling in the middle is with a worm, grub, cadis, or any other ground-bait, for a Grayling ; and that is with a cork, and a foot from the bottom, a Grayling taking it much better there than at the bottom, as has been said before ; and this always in a clear water, and with the finest tackle.

To which we may also, and with very good reason, add the third way of angling by hand with a ground-bait, as a third way of fishing in the middle, which is common to both Trout and Grayling ; and (as I said before) the best way of angling with a worm of all other I ever tried whatever.

And now, Sir, I have said all I can at present think of concerning Angling for a Trout and Grayling, and I doubt not have tired you sufficiently: but I will give you no more trouble of this kind whilst you stay, which I hope will be a good while longer.

VIATOR. That will not be above a day longer ; but if I live till May come twelvemonth, you are sure of me again, either with my Master Walton or without him; and in the meantime shall acquaint him how much you have made of me for his sake, and I hope he loves me well enough to thank you for it.

PISCATOR. I shall be glad, Sir, of your good company at the time you speak of, and shall be loath to part with you now; but when you tell me you must go, I will then wait upon you more miles on your way than I have tempted you out of it, and heartily wish you a good journey.

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P. 3. The first edition of Walton's Angler appears, from the original advertisements, to have been published at eighteenpence. It was thus advertised in The Perfect Diurnall : from Monday, May 9th, to Monday, May 16th, 1653,” p. 2716, London, 4to:

“The Compleat Angler, or the Contemplative Man's Recreation, being a Discourse of Fish and Fishing, not unworthy the perusal of most Anglers, of 18 pence price. Written by Iz. Wa. Also the known Play of the Spanish Gipsee, never till now published: Both printed for Richard Marriot, to be sold at his shop in Saint Dunstan's Churchyard, Fleet street. In the Mercurius Politicus : from Thursday, May 12, to Thursday, May 19, 1653, p. 2470, London, 410, the Complete Angler is thus noticed : “There is newly extant, a Book of 18d. price, called the Compleat Angler, or the Contemplative Man's Recreation, being a Discourse of Fish and Fishing, not unworthy the perusal of most Anglers. Printed for Richard Marriot, to be sold at his shop in St Dunstan's Churchyard, Fleet street."

P. 14. Alexander Brome also edited Fletcher's comedy of “Monsieur Thomas” in 1639, which he dedicated to Charles Cotton, Esq., the father of the author of the second part of “ The Complete Angler."

P. 18. The following translation of Dr Duport's verses to Walton is from the pen of the Venerable Archdeacon Wrangham, and was first printed in his edition of Dr Zouch's works, vol. ii. p. 441:Hall., Walton,' with that fisher-skill, Reading, on no inglorious theme, Which whilom Peter's tribute paid;

Deep lectures to a listening host. And cheer'd Augustus earlier still

And master thou, and scholar I, 'Mid empire's toils in Tibur's shade!

A dread associate may record Thee, friend, next Cæsar now we deem (For I, too, watch the mimic fiy) Of fishing-rod and race the boast;

-A fisher was great nature's Lord. Among more recent verses in praise of Walton, the following which occur in a poem edited by N. Tate, entitled “ The Innocent Epicure, or Angling,” published in 1697, the author of which is not known, merit insertion from their commemorating Walton, Cotton, and Venables :

Hail, great Triumvirate * of Angling! hail,
Ye who best taught, and here did best excel !
Play here the Gods, play here the Hero's part,
Yourselves the Proto-Poets of the Art ;
My humble Breast with pow'rful flames inspire,
To teach the World what justly we admire :
Joys fraught with Innocence, of Danger free;
Raptures which none enjoy so full as we.

* Walton, Cotton, and Venables.

But tell me first, for you or none can tell,
What God the mighty Science did reveal ?
For sure a God he was ; less than Divine
Could Blessings richer than the raciest Wine
Enlarge our Hearts, or strengthen his Design?
A God he was then, or at least to me ;
And, my Associates, such he ought to be.
He taught us first the Grandeur of the Court ;
Contemn'd and scorn'd for this, to choose a Sport
Full of Content, and crown'd with healthful Èase,

Where Nature frets not, while ourselves we please. P. 35. In a poem by W. Vallans, entitled " A Tale of Two Swannes," printed in 1590, are these verses descriptive of Theobalds :* Thebalds. Now see these Swannes, the new and worthie seate

Of famous Cicill, tresorer of the land,
Whose wisedome, counsell, skill of princes state,
The world admires ; then Swannes may doe the same :
The house it selse doth shewe the owners wit,
And may for bewtie, state, and every thing,

Compared be with most within the land. It may here be remarked, that the view of the exterior of Theobalds, which will be found at page 180 of this work, from a picture by Vinkenboom, now in the Fitzwilliam Collection at Cambridge, was engraved in the second volume of the Vetusta Monumenta, where it is called a view of Richmond Palace. The following statement on the subject occurs in the Gentleman's Magazine for September 1836 : “ There is a folio plate of it, engraved at the expense of the Society of Antiquaries in the year 1765, but under the misnomer of Richmond Palace, a very extraordinary instance of carelessness and want of rescarch, as there are two old views in existence of Richmond Palace, showing that its architecture was totally different in style to that of Theobalds. The original painting was then 'in the possession of Lord Viscount Fitzwilliam at Richmond,' a circumstance which naturally led to the misnomer with inconsiderate persons.” As the Vetusta Monumenta is published by the Society of Antiquaries of London, the blunder, however striking, surely cannot be considered extraordinary.

P. 42. Tradescant's House is now the residence of William Heseltine, Esq.

P. 54. The following verses, ascribed to Sir Henry Wotton, which occur in Clifford's “ Tixall Poetry,” p. 297, bear so much resemblance, in beauty and simplicity, to many of the pieces alluded to by Walton, that their insertion needs no apology :



QUIVERING feares, heart-tearing cares,
Anxious sighes, untimely teares,

Fly, fly to courts,

Fly to find worldly harts;
Where strain'd sardonick smiles are gloss-

ing still,
And griefe is forc'd to laugh against his will;

Where mirth is but mummery,

And sorrows only reall be.
Fly from our country pastime, fly,
Sad troopes of humane misery.

Come, serened lookes,
Clcare as these cristall brookes,

Or the pure azure heaven, that smiles to
The rich attendance of our poverty ;

Peace, and a secure mind,

Which all men seeke, we only find.
Abused mortals, did you know
Where joy, hart's ease, and comforts grow,

You'd scorne proud towers,

And seeke them in those bowers, Where winds sometimes our woods perhaps

may shake, But blustering Care can never tempest


Nor murmurs ere come nigh us,

Saving of fountains which glide by us.
Here's no fantastike maske, or dance,
But of our kids that frisk and

prance, Nor wars are seene,

Unless upon the greene
Two harmless lambs are butting one the

Which done, both bleating run each to his

mother; Nor wounds are ever found, Save what the ploughshare gives the

ground. Here are no false entrapping baites To hasten too, too hasty fates,

Unless it be

The fond credulity
Of silly fish, which, worldlings like, still

Upon the baite, and never on the hooke;

Nor envy, unless among

The birds, for praise of their sweet song.
Go, let the diving negro seeke
For gemmes in some forlorne creeke;

We pearles do scorne,

Save what the dewy morne
Congeals upon each spire of grass,
Which careles sheapheards bear downe as

they passe :
And go d nere here appeares

But what the yellow Ceres beares.
Sweet silent groves, O may you be
For ever mirth's best nursery.

May pure contents

For ever pitch their tents
Upon these meads, these downs, these

rocks, these mountains ;
And peace still slumber by these purling

fountains ; Which we may every yeare Find when we come to sojourne here.

P. 54. There are strong reasons for believing that the “Secrets of Angling” was not written by John Davers, but by John Dennys, Esq., who was lord of Oldbury-sur-Montem, in the county of Gloucester, between 1572 and 1608. He was a younger son of Sir Walter Dennis, of Pucklechurch, in that county, by Ágnes, daughter and co-heiress of Sir Robert Davers, or Danvers. It has been observed by Mr James Williamson, that the author of the Secrets of Angling speaks of the river Boyd, “washing the cliffs of Deighton and Week, and through their rocks, with winding way, seeking the Avon, in whose fair streams are found trout, roaches, dace, gudgeon, and bleak.” Mention is also made of the many pleasant banks of that river, and of parties of anglers from Bath and Bristol passing along the meadows near the sides of that beautisul stream. The author likewise speaks of the rivers Usk, Severn, and Wye, which flow not very far distant from that neighbourhood. It appears that there is a beautiful rivulet called Boyd, which is formed by four distinct streams, rising in the parishes of Codrington, Pucklechurch, Dyrham, and Toghill, in the southern part of the county of Gloucester, between Bath and Bristol, which join in Wyke or Week Street, in the parish of Alston and Wyck, near a bridge of three large arches, and thence by the name of Boyd down to Avon, at Kynsham Bridge, and which river passes through the village of Pucklechurch, and thence flows on to Bitton, where stands a stone bridge. At Alston and Wyke there are many high cliffs or rocks, whose quarries afford most excellent lime, and in the north aisle of the ancient Church of Pucklechurch is the burial-place of the family of Dennys. John Dennys, Esq., was resident in that neighbourhood in the year 1572, and so continued till 1608, during which interval he was lord of the manor of Oldbury-surMontem, and of other places in the county of Gloucester.

The poet who commends the “ Secrets of Angling” in the copy of verses under the signature of “Jo. Daves," was probably the author's relation; and this seems to have been the old way of spelling the name of Davers or Danvers, as may be collected from Leland's Itinerarium, ed. 1769, vol. iji. p. 115.

P. 79. The following are the songs mentioned by Walton :


COME, SHEPHERDS, DECK YOUR HEADS. (From a MS. in the collection of the late Mr Heber, communicated by

Mr T. Rodd.)
Come, Shepheards, deck your heads Faire Venus made her chast,
No more with bayes but willowes, And Ceres beauty gave her,
Forsake your downie beds

Pan wept when shee was lost,
A:nd make the downes your pillowes, The Satyrs strove to have her ;
And mourne with me, since crost

Yet seem'd she to theire view
As never yet was no man,

So coy, so nice, that no man
For shepheard neaver lost

Could judge but he that knew
So plain a dealing woman.

Shee was plaine-dealinge woman.
All yee forsaken wooers

At all her pretty parts
That ever were distressed,

I nere enough can wonder ;
And all ye lusty doers

She overcame all hearts,
That ever wenches pressed,

Yet shee all hearts came under;
That losses can condole

Her inward parts were sweete,
And altogeather summon

Yet not so sweete as common,
To mourne for the poor soule

Shepheard shall neaver meet
Of my plaine-dealinge woman.

So plaine a dealinge woman. “AS AT NOON DULCINA RESTED." (Printed in Ellis's Specimens of Early English Poetry, 2d ed. p. 189.) As at noon Dulcina rested

Improves delight: In her sweet and shady bower,

Which she denies : night's murky noon, Came a shepherd, and requested

In Venus' plays,
In her lap to sleep an hour.

Makes bold (she says);
But from her look

Forego me now, come to ine soon.
A wound he took

But what promise or profession
So deep, that for a further boon

From his hands could purchase scope ?
The nymph he prays,
Whereto she says,

Who would sell the sweet possession

Of such beauty for a hope? Forego me now, come to me soon.

Or for the sight But in vain she did conjure him,

Of lingering night To depart her presence so,

Forego the present joys of noon? Having a thousand tongues t' allure him,

Tho' ne'er so fair
And but one to bid him go.

Her speeches were,
When lips in vite,

Forego me now, come to me soon.
And eyes delight,

How at last agreed these lovers ?
And cheeks ás fresh as rose in June,

She was fair and he was young:
Persuade delay-
What boots to say,

The tongue may tell what th' eye discovers, Forego me now, come to me soon?

Joys unseen are never sung.

Did she consent He demands, what time for pleasure

Or he relent, Can there be more fit than now?

Accepts he night, or grants she noon, She says, night gives love that leisure

Left he her a maid
Which the day doth not allow,

Or not, she said,
He says, the sight

Forego me now, come to me soon.

"PHILLIDA FLOUTS ME.” (Printed in Ritson's "Ancient Songs,” ed. 1790, p. 236, from the “Theatre

of Compliments,” in 1689.)
Oh! what a plague is love,

She wavers with the wind,
I cannot bear it;

As a ship saileth:
She will inconstant prove,

Please her the best I may,
I greatly fear it ;

She loves still to gainsay,
It so torments my mind,

Alack, and well-a-day!
That my heart faileth;

Phillida flouts me.

* In the third, fourth, and fifth, as well as in the present edition of "The Complete Angler," this word is erroneously printed "herds."

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