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to articulate at Drury-Lane,-Stella Stephens (bless her !) exactly. I could and Leatherlungs. “Stella and Lea- have eaten another dozen, if I had not therlungs !"—What a combination.- been in love. There was one of the It's like

departed rather thinner than the rest ; “ There was a lady,

perhaps he was in love too ! And she loved a swine."

There is a providence, my dear They say the piece is Colman's. A North, even in the eating of an oyster! dull affair, whoever may be the author. I could moralize, when I think how

In the book way, nothing at all new different might have been the lot of —that is, nothing worth talking about that little rogue who looked leanerin Maga. But these last two Numbers (I think he was in love)-than his of yours, by the bye, have played the companions. How he must hug himvery devil in Cockaigne. Poor Hazlitt, self where he is, reflecting where he I am told, is going about absolutely might have been! He might have frantic; and all the ale at the South- lived on, perhaps, even to old age, and ampton Arms turned sour the moment never have been caught. The dred“ The General Question” came out. ging-pole might have passed over him, Tell Tickler this, if you love me. year after year; leaving him to pine,

Talking of Hazlitt, I had the stran- and be neglected, and grow all beard, gest dream of King Leigh last night! and go out of season! Or he might I thought he was come over from Italy, have been taken up by the nets, and and had taken the White ConduitHouse yet afterwards dropped by accident on Tea Gardens. It's true, upon my word. the beach ; where he would have died I saw him in the bar, as plain as ever

deserted ! slowly roasting in the sun, I saw him in my life--in a straw hat, and with the conviction too, in his and a foreign air-quite smirking and agony, that he should not be fit to eat genteel-like. He was “setting down" when all was over! Or, (cruellest fate the little loaves, and pats of butter, as of all!) after getting safe as far as Bilthey went out from the sanctum, in a linsgate, fate might, as I may say, have bran new Fairburn's pocket-book, with overtaken him between the boat and a red morocco back ; while the waiter the lip; he might have been bought boys ran about, scalding people with by an itinerant dealer, instead of my the hot water out of the tea-kettles. respectable fishmonger ; been cried Very odd, wasn't it?—You haven't about in a ricketty cart, or exposed in heard anything of the kind ?

a tub at the corner of an alley; and, I did understand, certainly, some at last, his feelings, insulted with thick time back, that Cockaigne was rebel- vinegar and black pepper, have found lious, about his Majesty's stay abroad, a horrible grave in the stomach of a and refused any longer to be governed coal-heaver ! as a province; but White Conduit- But don't let Ebony say I am neHouse is so near Islington; and that glecting him ; for positively there is affair of the washerwoman; it can nothing that you would listen to “ exhardly be!

tant" here. Apropos though, there is Heigho !—I am very much in love, The Diorama. Did you see it in PaChristopher ! But I know you hate ris ?—No. Well, but you have read these kind of affairs.

in the newspapers (if ever by accident And yet, if you could but see the you take them up) about the scaffoldobject !

ing on the Chapel view,--and the workTalking of love, I had such a batch men at which the French General of Lafitte last night, my dear friend! threw stones,—and the pots, and the with an improved Anchovy toast; and tools, and the broken marble, and not the ghost of a head-ache this morn- all that?-A good deal of it is true ing. Ambrose shall have the direc- enough. tions for the toast immediately; though The workmen certainly did not deI hope to be down before your next ceive me; but I confess I took the jollification.

planks and trowels, (they are at a disI stop, for a moment, to make a do- tance, understand, from the figures of zen of oysters happy.

the men,) to be part of the preparations used in putting

up the picture. And They are gone—the little dears !- what helps the illusion a good deal, is, Natives they were. So white, SO that the building in which you stand plump--they put me in mind of Kitty is actually incomplete,-full of masons

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and bricklayers, and their materiel de ment, and Diorama and all-what is guerre.

it to you, who want a discourse upon The landscape picture—the Valley the Digamma? or to me, who have in Switzerland-you would like, if a silent sorrow," and all the rest of possible, better than the first view; it, you know-(what is it?) “ For but it is classical (of course) to like which joy has no balm,” and something the Chapel best; and the outline of else no sting? Absolutely, I have seen the farm-house in front of this view nothing that has entertained me these is really magical. It is difficult to per- three days, except that the apothecasuade myself, even with a knowledge ries have got cabriolets, which someof the real fact, that the house is not thing annoys the dandies. The Old a distinct object, apart from the rest Bailey sessions beginning yesterday of the picture; and the view, general- was a little relief; but very dull ly indeed, a compound of model as well all petty larcenies. You will hear of as painting. The whole beats panora- my committing an atrocity myself ma, and cosmorama, and Covent-Gare within this day or two-just for noden scenery to boot-clean out of the velty—if Sophia Amelia--(but you field.

shan't know her name) does not reWell, then ;-besides the Diorama, lent. what is there? Why, there is Mac- Farewell! I'll send the verses, if I Adam's new pavement, begun in St happen to write them. Ah, ChristoJames's Square ; but that is not to be pher!-But I may live to catch you in tried in a minute. Then there are bal- love some day.--Odso! I almost forloons, too, abounding, since the gas got to ask—were you ever in London companies fill them by contract, but at Michaelmas ? It's a fortnight now no new feature ;-I wish somebody almost since ; and I protest I smell would go up by moon-light.

roast goose still. And all this-balloons, and pave

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THE COMPLETE ANGLER OF IZAAK WALTON AND CHARLES COTTON.*

Walton's Complete Angler is a de- Athens cannot perhaps feel an adelightful book, that is certain ; but it quate sympathy. Yet, we are now cannot be so intensely delightful to speaking rather for others than for ourScottish as to English readers. Old selves. We do venerate the “old man Izaak was a Londoner. He not only eloquent,” as truly as the very worst wrote the Lives of Five English Wor- angler in Cockney-land ; while we flatthies, but he lived in Fleet-Street, in ter ourselves, that we are as perfect the house third-west from the corner adepts, both in theory and practice, of of Chancery-Lane ; where he was ac- the delightful art in which he excelcording to a tradition in his family) led, as any brother of the angle—MF “ a wholesale linen-draper, or Ham- Major himself not excepted- between burgh merchant.” Londoners, there- Charing-Cross and Cheapside. fore, claim him as their own dear old There are indeed many circumstanIzaak; and even the Cockneys feel that ces, independent even of its intrinsic they have an interest in the benign oc- merits, that render this book singulartogenarian. There is, perhaps, some, ly captivating. It was written by an thing John Gilpinish about him; and old man, who, buried in the thick mists having been, beyond all doubt," a and close air of a noisy city, and occuLondon citizen, of credit and renown,' pied in pursuits that almost always, to his reputation is cherished in that me- à certain degree, narrow the range of tropolis with a tenderness and zeal with natural feelings, and sadly benumb which we inhabitants of the Modern their elasticity, seems yet to have pre

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• The Complete Angler of Isaak Walton and Charles Cotton. Extensively embellished with Engravings on Copper and Wood, from Original Paintings and Drawings, by first-rate Artists. To which are added, an Introductory Essay; the Linræan Arrangement of the various River-Fish delineated in the Work; and Illustrative Notes. London: John Major, Fleut-Strezt, a:ljoining Serjeant's-Inn. 1823. VOL. XIV.

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served, untainted and unfaded, the Utopian spirit. Now, in all this, we are freshness of all his boyish enjoyments, partly in the right, and partly in the and even his infant delight in the wrong, as might be shewn in a few sights, and sounds, and smells—the words. But we have some other preair, the music, the flowers, and the fatory remarks to make, so let the Walrunning waters, of the country. He tonites settle it as they will. seems to have felt, to the last issues of In Scotland--and, to be sure, in protracted life, that “. God made the many districts of England too-angling country; man the town;" and, certain is quite a different affair from what it ly, humble, and, for the most part, art- was in the hands of Izaak or his son less, as his descriptions are, they im- Charles. It is all the best angling is press us throughout with a conscious- rather a wild, difficult, adventurous, ness of that truth. The old citizen, on and vigorous pastime. It partakes of his way even to the river side, seems the passion of savage life-a passion to forget wholly the world in which he which, like that of the young poet, so lived; and after the first rise of a gray- beautifully described by Wordsworth, ling, a trout, or a salmon, “the smoke for natural scenery,“ haunts” the true has all past away from his eyes," and angler, and carries him to the river or he steps along the meadows, through lake side in a fever. To him the sound among the feeding or staring kine, with of the waterfall brings a thousand eager as careless a heart as Dobbin or Hob- dreams—the liquid lapse of level binol —a wholesale linen-draper no streams decoys him away into housemore-and forgetful of Hamburgh and less solitudes—the south or west-wind Holland.

that drops the “ feed” upon the pool, This is, in fact, the charm of the comes from the long mountain glen, at “ Complete Angler.” We do not so whose head the river has its sourcemuch think that we are reading an old and the clouds that throw their “ killbook, as that we are listening to, or ing shadows" over his flies, are seen walking with, an old man. That old travelling over peak and precipice. man, without intending it, reveals to Loneliness, dreariness, utter seclusion us his sweet, pure, gentle, guileless, from human life, relieved by unexpectand enlightened character. We feel ed hospitality in some hut, unseen till that he is,“ in wit, a man ; simplicity, the angler is at its very door, or by the a child;" using wit in its old accepta- figure of some shepherd stalking by on tion of wisdom ;-and we deliver our- his own occupation—these are the chaselves up to the full possession of the racters of the Scottish angler's amusespirit of the sport, when that sport is ment on moor and by mountain--more partaken with our friend and father. or less marked ; but still something

But we have said, that old Izaak is very remote indeed from the scenery in more tenderly beloved in England than which Walton delighted, and which he in Scotland. We have no immense so vividly delineated. Much, no doubt, cities in our small kingdom. Fishing there is in common among all anglers; streams intersect our most populous and therefore Walton can be indifferent towns; and we have ourselves caught to none; nay, must be delightful to fish in the market-place of a populous all. But the enthusiasm, the veneravillage, and laid them out for display tion, the reverence, are to be found in on the stone-steps leading up to the England only, and especially in and Cross, erected by the piety of our po- about London. pish ancestors. Such a being as Izaak Now, should these paragraphs meet Walton could never have been in Scots the eye of some well-informed, wellland. And therefore we do not tho- occupied man, who never threw a line roughly understand either his charac- in his life, he will wonder what all this ter, or the impassioned veneration with is that we are writing about; and bapwhich it is regarded. He is rather con- ly remember Dr Johnson's definition. sidered as a sort of oddity; and the Friend ! purchase forthwith Mr Mabook itself is not so much felt as the jor's edition of the Complete Angler, real record of the experiences of a flesh and the mystery will be solved. and blood old man; as a pleasant, al- Begin, good friend! with the plates; though somewhat unnatural fiction, and you will feel yourself—unless you too often bordering upon silliness; and are indeed a hopeless thorough-paced to a grave, philosophical people like us, in-grained son of Mammon, beguiled throughout tinged with a childish and into a dim imperfect sympathy, with

the simple pleasures that seem therein A rainy season in troth-too much shadowed forth. Behold, first of all, so for the angler's liking. Izaak, with Walton surrounded and crowned by his ground-fishing, could, no doubt, the Graces, and begin to ask yourself, have filled his pannier one day in the what could be in the character of that week, on an average of the season. old man, to inspire Genius so to figure But we, like Charles Cotton, (whom his bust. Look on the little Cupids, perhaps in too many things we resememblematical of the theory and prac- ble) confine our practice chiefly to the tice of angling-one sitting like a wise- fly. For that we need make no apoacre at midnight by lamplight, on a logy ; for, after all, fly-fishing alone high-backed elbow-chair, in a trelliced deserves the name of angling. From bower, with leg on knee, and poring March till this, the 15th of October, knowingly through an eye-glass on scarcely has there been one mild, soft, some cunning volume, and the other genial, shadowy day, with now and marching boldly by dawning morn- then a moist hour intermingled with shine among the water-lilies, with rod the breezy dry, for our silent solitary and landing-net, pannier on back, and trade. We caught the transitory curl gaiters mid-way up his thighs. The as it crept along our own merry rivuartist who conceived that pretty fanci- let, and took it before the sudden ful design, was an angler. Look at plump of rain discoloured its limpid these three jolly youths, Piscator, Ve- darkness. Several times we did 'so, nator, and Auceps, good fellows, well and on a never-to-be-forgotten Wedmet, and proceeding to drink their nesday, we struck the " monarch of morning draught at the Thatched- the flood.”. Many a time and oft House in Hodsden;" and, in the grace- have we felt our hook slip from his ful freedom of that angler's salutation, jaw, just as we had laid him on the read a lesson of courtesy and humani- shelving gravel isle, with his silver ty; or join that party in the meadow, side so beautifully spotted, shining in below the shadow of the village church the moonlight just then breaking tower, and hark to pretty Maudlin, through a cloud. But on that Wed the milk-maid, singing that smooth nesday we had hooked him by the song which was made by Kit Marlow, tongue; and there at last he lay, our

own, in spite of all the Naiads. Four “ Come live with me and be my love;" pound weight, Mr Major, twenty-two

ounces to the pound, as brilliant a while her mother replies, in the second trout as ever glittered on the banks of part,

" If love and all the world were Dove. A nobler never lay on the cold young," which, she saith,“ indeed fits slab within that little dome, (not yet

decayed Piscatoribus sabegin to take hold of me.” Why, from cr'um, looking at the very plate, you will petulant, listened, well-pleased and join in bestowing Sir Thomas Over- reverently, to his father Izaak, or sung bury's milk-maid's wish upon Maud- to the good old manlin" that she may die in the spring,

“ Oh ! how happy here's our leisure ! and, being dead, may have good store

Oh! how innocent our pleasure ! of flowers stuck round about her wind

Oh! ye valleys ! oh, ye mountains ! ing-sheet.” But indeed all the plates

Oh! ye groves and crystal fountains ! are most beautiful ; and perhaps in no Now I rove at liberty, former edition, (although we wish not

By turns, to come and visit ye !" to undervalue any of them,) are they more delicately or characteristically Gentle reader, whoe'er thou art, touched than in this of Mr Major. angler, or ignorant of the river's joy, We have likewise a well-written Life wilt thou while away a leisure hour of Father Walton. The book is a

over the “ Conference?” Whether charming specimen of typography, and wouldst thou choose air, earth, or wathe size apt for a side-pocket. Alas! ter, for the element of thy recreation? our copy is already soiled, though only Here, in this “ Conference,” is that six moons old, for it has been our com- weighty matter debated, and hear how panion on several excursions among the courteously Piscator yields precedence * hollows of the hills ;” and this, all in the debate to his hunting and the world knows, has been a rainy hawking brethren

“ But, Gentlemen, though I be able to do this, I am not so unmannerly as to en. kinds of fowl by which this is done ; and gross all the discourse to myself; and there. his curious palate pleased by day, and which fore, you two having declared yourselves, with their very excrements afford him a the one to be a lover of hawks, the other of soft lodging at night. These I will pass hounds, I shall be most glad to hear what by, but not those little nimble musicians of you can say in the commendation of that the air, that warble forth their curious dit. recreation which each of you love and prac- ties, with which nature bath furnished them tise ; and having heard what you can say, to the shame of art. I shall be glad to exercise your attention “ As first the Lark, when she meatis to with what I can say concerning my own rejoice ; to cheer herself and those that recreation and Art of Angling, and by this hear her, she then quits the earth, and means, we shall make the way to seem the sings as she ascends higher into the air, and shorter : and if you like my motion, I would having ended her heavenly employment, have Mr Falconer to begin.

season.

grows then mute and sad to think she must Auceps consents to the motion with descend to the dull earth, which she would all his heart. Is not this spirited ? not touch but for necessity.

66 And first, for the element I used to “ How do the Black-bird and Thrassel trade in, which is the Air, an element of with their melodious voices bid welcome to more worth than weight, an element that the cheerful Spring, and in their fixed doubtless exceeds both the earth and water; months warble forth such ditties as no art for though I sometimes deal in both, yet or instrument can reach to ? the air is most properly mine. I and my “ Nay, the smaller birds also do the Hawks use that, and it yields us most re. like in their particular seasons, as namely creation ; it stops not the high soaring of the Leverock, the Titlark, the little Linnet, my noble generous Falcon ; in it she as- and the honest Robin, that loves mankind cends to such an height, as the dull eyes of both alive and dead. beasts and fish are not able to reach to ; “ But the Nightingale, another of my their bodies are too gross for such higli ele. airy creatures, breathes such sweet loud vations : in the air my troops of Hawks music out of her little instrumental throat, soar upon high, and when they are lost in that it might make mankind to think mi. the sight of men, then they attend upon and racles are not ceased. He that at midnight, converse with the Gods ; therefore I think when the very labourer sleeps securely, my Eagle is so justly stiled Jove's servant should hear, as I have very often, the clear in ordinary: and that very Falcon, that I airs, the sweet descants, the natural rising am now going to see, deserves no meaner a and falling, the doubling and redoubling of title, for she usually in her flight endangers her voice, might well be lifted above earth, hérself, like the son of Dædalus, to have and say ; Lord, what music hast thou proher wings scorched by the sun's heat, she vided for the saints in Heaven, wben thou flies so near it, but her mettle makes her affordest bad men such music on Earth !" careless of danger ; for she then heeds no- He then returns to his hawks, which thing, but makes her nimble pinions cut

he says are usually distinguished into the Huid air, and so makes her highway over the steepest mountains, and deepest

two kinds, “ the long-winged and the

short-winged hawk," mentioning the rivers, and in her glorious career looks with contempt upon those high steeples and mag

varieties - chiefly in use amongst us nificent palaces which we adore and wonder

in this nation.” But Izaak probably at ; from which height I can make her to knew not much about hawking, and, descend by a word from my mouth (which besides, Piscator is to be the chief inshe both knows and obeys) to accept of

terlocutor. meat from my hand, to own me for her Neither do we know much about Master, to go home with me, and be will. hawking, but we have seen the pasing the next day to afford me the like re

time. It was long-long ago--some creation.” Auceps then, for a little while, di

twenty years, and upwards, in our

boyish days. The scene was a wide gresses from his hawks, and speaks of moor, just beginning to be enclosed, so the other denizens of air. No wonder this book is a favourite with Words- wild, patches of barley, oats, and pa

that there were here and there in the worth, for is not this a pretty prose tato-ground, the birth-place and the lyrical ballad ?

haunt of many partridges. When it “ Nay more, the very birds of the air, those that be not Hawks, are both so many

was rumoured through the parish that and so useful and pleasant to mankind,

Lord Eglinton's hooded hawks, with that I must not let them pass without some

bells, and lures, and setters, and gameobservations: they both feed and refresh keepers, were to be that day on the him ; feed him with their choice bodies, Moor of Eaglesham, how we burst and refresh him with their heavenly voices. from the school-house at the playI will not undertake to mention the several hour, crossed the Bridge of Humby

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