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Two scholars, of some celebrity for their accomplishments and taste, have combined to do honour to Walton in the annexed verses. The original was written by James Park, Esq. late professor of law, of King's College, London ;25 and the translation is by Archdeacon Wrangham:

At nobis rigui fontes et flumina cordi;
Nos potius tua, Sancta Senex, veneranda per ævum
Auguria, et grato exequimur præcepta labore ;
Omnia quæ quondam Leæ labentis ad undam
Cantasti: neque enim mihi fas, Waltone, tacere
Mentem in te facilem, et nullis pallentia culpis
Pectora, et antiquâ sanctam pietate senectam.

Felix, cui placidæ fraudes atque otia curæ,
Piscator! tibi enim tranquillo in corde severum
Subsidet desiderium, tibi sedulus angor:
Dum tremula undarum facies, et mobilis umbra,
Dum puræ grave murmur aquæ, virtute quietâ
Composuere animum, et blandis affectibus implent.

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Mine be the brook's green side, the river stream,
Whilst still, obedient to the instructive theme,
Sport of thy simple muse by gliding Lea,
I strive with grateful toil, to follow thee.
For, Walton, crime it were to leave unsung
Thy gentle mind, thy breast unblanch'd by wrong;
And, vivid glowing on the graphic page,
Thy guileless manners, and thy hallowed age.

Happy Piscator ! with the viewless line
Tranquil to dupe the finny tribe was thine.
Fled from thy tranquil bosom gnawing care,
No tumult throbb’d, no malice darken’d there ;
The stream light quivering to the summer breeze,
The quickly shifting shade of clouds or trees,
The ripple's murmur breathed a holy rest.
And to complacent calmness lull’d thy breast.

There is truth in the remark of the first of the modern editors of the Complete Angler, the Reverend Moses Browne, that “it was chiefly by Walton's pleasing sweetness of nature and conversation, innate simplicity of manners, and, above all, his religious integrity and undissembled honesty of heart, for which he was so remarked and endeared to the affections of all that ever knew him. They sat so naturally on him, you may trace them in every thing he writ; he drew his own picture in almost every

25 Printed in the Cambridge Triposes of 1802.

line; I think there are hardly any writings ever shewed more the features and limbs, the very spirit and heart, of an author.'

Dr. Zouch has almost exhausted panegyric in his praises of Walton; and has thus commented upon his personal appearance in the conclusion of his memoir. The engraving to which he alludes gives a very imperfect idea of the original; but his description is still more applicable to the perfect copy of Walton's portrait, which is prefixed to this volume. “ The features of the countenance,” he says, “ often enable us to form a judgment, not very fallible, of the disposition of the mind. In few portraits can this discovery be more successfully pursued than in that of Izaak Walton. Lavater, the acute master of physiognomy would, I think, instantly acknowledge in it the decisive traits of the original,-mild complacency, forbearance, mature consideration, calm activity, peace, sound understanding, power of thought, discerning attention, and secretly active friendship. Happy in his unblemished integrity, happy in the approbation and esteem of others, he inwraps himself in his own virtue. The exultation of a good conscience eminently shines forth in this venerable person

-- Candida semper

Gaudia, et in vultu curarum ignara voluptas.”” The cento of Walton's praises would not be complete, without an allusion to the glowing descriptions of his merits, which occur in the edition of Pope's Works, as well as in the Life of Bishop Ken, by the Rev. William Lisle Bowles, whose genius and goodness alike give value to his eulogy. If the gentle spirit of “honest Izaak” is permitted to know by whom his memory is cherished, it has derived the highest gratification from the tributes paid to his virtues by the Rector of Bremhill, the friend of his descendant, and from congenial feelings, the warm admirer of the talents, piety, and moral excellence, for which Izaak Walton was distinguished.


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The following description of the spot where Sir Henry Wotton and Izaak

Walton, used to angle, by that excellent troller and amiable disciple of Walton, Edward Jesse, of Hampton Court, Esq. author of “Gleanings in Natural History" and "An Angler's Rambles,” forms an appropriate illustration in the preceding Memoir.

The life, conversation, and pursuits of the revered Izaak Walton, the purity of his moral character, and his tender sentiments of benevolence, peculiarly fitted him to be the friend and companion of the learned, witty, and cheerful Sir Henry Wotton,“ one of the delights of mankind.” We accordingly find that they often“ fished and conversed” together, both of them being “most dear lovers and frequent practisers of the art of angling."

It is well known that when Sir Henry became Provost of Eton College, Master Izaak Walton frequently went to see him, giving him “ his own ever welcome company at the time of the Fly and the Cork.A spot is still pointed out, about half a mile from the venerable college of Eton, where these loving friends and companions pursued their innocent pleasures of the angle. Here we can fancy them seated quietly in a summer's evening “on a bank a-fishing,” while tħe beauteous Thames glided calmly, and softly, and sweetly by them. Here also Sir Henry might have composed his pretty description of the Spring, beginning

“ This day Dame Nature seem'd in love"

and in which he apostrophized his companion“our honest father :"

“There stood my friend with patient skill,

Attending to his trembling quill.” The whole scenery of the spot in question appears suited to a lover of angling. A little green lawn slopes gently down to the river, and on the top of it a modest fishing-house is seen, just such a one as we may suppose the Provost and his friend would retire to, either for shelter, or to partake of a fisherman's fare. It might have had Piscatoribus Sacrum inscribed over its door. It stands on an ayte, round which the “ delicate clear river” finds its way. To the left, the turrets of Windsor Castle are seen through a vista of magnificent elms; and to the right, the chapel and college of Eton, with their venerable and beautiful architecture, add to the charm of the scenery.

A stand of eel krails, which is let down to catch these wandering fish when the river is swollen by rains, is not without its interest, placed as it is between two clusters of graceful willows, amongst which the sedge-bird and the willow-wren sing in concert day and night.

Such is the spot which we have endeavoured to delineate in the annexed engravings, and which will always be viewed with interest by every admirer of Izaak Walton. The ayte is still the property of the Provost and fellows of Eton College, and is rented of them by Mr. Bacheldor of Windsor, a worthy and expert brother of the angle, who has done much to improve the spot, and to keep up the interest which is attached to it.

It is, indeed, almost impossible for an honest disciple of Izaak Walton to visit it, without his imagination wandering to the times when the excellent Provost of Eton and his friend were seated together on that identical bank, holding sweet discourse, and thanking God for the very many blessings he had bestowed on them, and for the quiet and peaceable amusement they were enjoying. He will fancy that he sees them sometimes walking on the banks of their favorite river; and at others seated quietly on its side “ trying to catch the other brace of trout.” He may also picture to himself the “ever memorable” Sir Henry Wotton, reclining with his head resting on his hand, and


with his “curious pencil” addressing some such lines as the following to his companion :

Good Izaak, let us stay, and rest us here;

old friends when near
Should talk together oft, and not lose time

In silly rhyme,
That only addles men's good brains to write,
While those who read, bless God they don't indite.
There is a tree close by the river's side:

There let's abide,
And only hear far off the world's loud din,

Where all is sin;
While we our peaceful rods shall busy ply
When fish spring upward to the dancing fly.

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