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ment expressed in four well-known That is pretty well. We never read lines of one of the Lyrical Ballads :- a bad article or book about angling“ I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds

and many is the admirable article

we With coldness still returning ;

have written on the silent trade. PerFor me, the gratitude of man

haps it might be best of all treated Has oftener left me mourning."

in a poem in the Spenserian stanza,

with notes. We have such a poem lyThe angling in the Highlands has ing by us, but not in a finished state, doubtless undergone considerable and wish some younger brother of changes since the days of Noah, but the rod and quill would polish it not much within our memory-and up a bit for us, till it is about as spi. that little has perhaps improved its rited as Somerville's Chase, and as character. Streams hidden half a elegant as Beattie's Minstrel. Ancentury ago in pine forests, and chill. other favourite scheme of ours is to ed by perpetual shade, are now ani. publish the Transactions of the Edinmated by sun and wind, and prolific burgh Anglimaniacal Club—or, raof fly.loving life. The natives used ther, a selection in three volumes, to be negroes, with an occasional crown octavo—which might be the Albino-now their skins are brown Angler's Vade-mecum in sacula sæcu. and speckled, like that of other Celts. lorum. The strath-rivers roll now, in many

But our brain has lately conceived parts of their course, through cul.

a still more magnificent idea-tbat tured plains; and the borders of many of the Establishment of a Universal a loch, not long ago with stunted Union of Angling Clubs—the first wood all horrid, are green as eme

celebration to be held on the river rald, or yellow as gold, with cow.

Ewes--and the tents of the Union to pastures alternating with barleyfields, be pitched among the silvan rocks and huts that in those regions may through which that river rushes from be called cottages—though you may Loch Maree. We now elect ourlay your loof on the mouth of the selves Grand Master by acclamanovel chimney. In many places tion--the Shepherd poet-laureatthere is less moss-water-bags have Archibald Goldie, Esq. secretarybeen drained—and you hear by its David Kinnear, Esq. treasurer- the voice that purer is the element. But Rev. Hamilton Paul, chaplain-Sir if we get off on a description, there Morgan O'Doherty, standard bearer will be no stopping us till we run

and champion-and patroness, (we bounce against another Article-so humbly hope by permission,) our let us merely say that, forgetting a

most gracious Queen-Adelaide the few furnaces and other manufac- Beloved. tories, angling has improved in the

Let Great Britain and Ireland think Highlands with the aspect of the im- on this idea. provable country, while it remains

Meanwhile here is a wee bit bookie the same in the regions of rock and written by a true angler—and we are mountain, and an atmosphere en- only sorry that it is but a wee bit closing for ever the mist and cloud. bookie-and wish that instead of 160 'Tis an awful thing to stand-allalone small pages, with an appendix, it had by oneself—in the noise of one of consisted of twice that number o' those far-off and high-up waterfalls lang leaves, for it is inspired with -yet a strange desperation infa- the right spirit, and must have a tuates you to leap into the caldron, place in every library-shelf Walton. which, though it seems boiling, heart

We were nerer in Coquetdale, sickens you as you come bubbling up but should be happy to have a holifrom the blackness, with antarctic day there with Stephen Oliver. cold. Few or no trouts there—but You must allow us to introduce to the fresh-run salmon, white as silver, you that pleasant worthy and his from the sea, in vain shoots up companion Burrell. through the rainbowed thunder, in

A DAY IN COQUETDATE. source-seeking instinct, and falls back Towards the end of July, or the into the foaming eddies, taking his beginning of August, I have for some pastime where the river-horse would years past been accustomed to take a trip be whirled like a leaf, and sucked into Roxburghshire, to spend a few weeks snorting into the jaws of death. with a friend ; and as I travel at my leisure, I always enjoy a few days' fishing we put up; I shall try to persuade by the way. Sometimes I pitch my tent the hostler to come out with me to-mor. in the neighbourhood of Weldon Bridge, row, and just hang himself up by the for the sake of a cast in the Coquet; arms for half an hour, till I complete a sometimes I take up my quarters with sketch from the living model. My friend honest Sandy Macgregor, at the Tanker- Hatchwell will engrave the thing—the ville Arms, Wooler, to enjoy a few days particulars of the murder I can pick up fishing in the Glen and the Till; and oc. at the ion, and “wbip them up in my casionally I drive up to Yetholm to have own style,” as Yorick says, and, presto, a day's sport in the Bowmont, with that there is a tale of the “fashionably terrific" patriarch of gipsies and prince of fishers, at once. The whole subject is as plainly old Will Faa; as good a fly-fisher as is before me as if, like Coleridge, I had been to be met with between Berwick and dreaming about it. Describe the murderDumfries, in which tract of country are er as a fine, strapping, bawk-nosed, blackto be found some of the best anglers in the whiskered fellow, the very beau idéal of kingdom.

one of Eastlake's banditti; make a whey“There are not many trout streams in faced, sentimental girl in love with bim, England more likely to afford a week's and let her be found one morning dead at recreation to the fly-fisher than the Co. the gibbet foot. I shall send it with the quet; nor would it be an easy matter to illustration to the — -, that Phoenix point out a river on the whole more inte- of Annuals, where it may serve as a penresting, and affording better sport. The dant to one of my Lord Bombast's pieces angler may undoubtedly take larger trouts of sentimental horror, or as a foil to bring at Driffield, and from streams more seclu- out the refined beauties that are so jogeded bring home a heavier creel ; but for niously concealed in the fascinating proa week's fair fishing, from Linnshiels to ductions of Lady Lyrick.' Warkworth, the Coquet is perhaps sur- “. My dear Burrell, not a word more of passed by none. The natural scenery of this nonsense; say nothing to the hostler, its banks is beautiful, independent of the unless you wish to make us a standing interest excited by the ruins of Brinkburn jest to every angler that visits the place. Priory, and the Hermitage of Wark- Get done with your sketch, raven and all; worth; and its waters, 'clear as diamond write your tale where you like, only tell spark,' present in their course every va- no more of it here.' The sketch-book was riety of smooth water, rapids, and pools, now closed, and in the course of a few for the exercise of the angler's skill. minutes we were at the door of the Black

“ Last year I took my usual route, in- Bull's Head, where the landlord was tending to spend a day or two in Coquet standing ready to receive us. dale, accompanied by a friend, an ama- “ Landlord. Good day, sir, good dayteur both of fishing and ot' sketching, but you are welcome back to this part of the more expert at taking a view than ta- country. The guard of the Wellington king a trout. We were approach told us that you would be bere at one, and ing the village where we intended to you are very punctual to your time. I stop, when my companion's attention hope you have been well since you were was arrested by a striking object, and last in Coquetdale-I am glad to see you immediately his sketch-book was out. again at the Black Bull's Head. • Pull up a few minutes, Oliver,' said "Oliver. Thank you, Mr Burn, thank he; look at that gibbet-did you ever you ; how are all my old fishing acquaintsee any thing so picturesque !

A ra.

ances in this part of the country,-bow ven, too-the very type, the beau-idéal is my friend the Vicar? of" der Rabenstein,” which is introduced Landlord. O, he's bravely, sir ; still with such powerful effect in the German fishing away, and talking about it as much drama. There is only a subject wanting as ever, but just catching as few trout as to render the coup d'æil complete.' before. He called with Mr Bell only half

“Upou looking in the direction pointed an hour since, to enquire if you had arout by my friend, there certainly did ap- rived, but he was rather out of humour. pear something like a gibbet at a short He had been out at the water early this distance across the moor, with a jackdaw morning-thinking to surprise you with or a crow cutting a few odd capers on what he had taken, I suspect-and the the cross-beam. • Did you ever see any de'il a thing did he catch, but half a dozen thing like it, Oliver?' continued my friend, bits o' trouts not bigger than my thumb. "a real gibbet, and on that lovely spot! I Oliver. Do you know whereabouts he suppose some poor traveller has lost his was ?-I should have thought, from the life there, and that is the gibbet of his · rain we had yesterday, that this would murderer. I have a capital thought! have been a most favourable morning for

It is only a short mile to where fishing.

66 Landlord. He was almost as high up

Oliver. Is dinner preparing, Mr as Rotbbury, and he fished down to Wel. Burn? don--but never could mortal man, except

Landlord. It is, sir, and will be ready himself, expect to catch fish with such a to a minute at the time ordered by the flee as he had on.

guard-two o'clock. Your old fishing Oliver. What sort of fly did he use ? fare, he said; and there will be just a

« Landlord. You beat me there. The old dish of hotch-potch, a piece of salmon, gentleman is very fanciful about his flees, and a saddle of Cheviot mutton. and thinks there is not a man in the Oliver. The very thing.—Is Mrs countryside that can dress one like him. Burn attending to the hotch-potch her. But sic a flee as he had on this morning! self? -it was eneugh to fley all the fish in “ Landlord. That she is. Ever since Coquet. A great bunch of feathers, that you praised it so much, she will scarcely would hardly go into this pint pot here, let the girls shell the peas, or pare the and more like a pee-wit than augbt else. turnips. There were trouts to be taken too, by folk Oliver. We intend going out in the that could go handier about it; for Jamie afternoon; and I expect we shall have Hall, the tailor, who was out at the same some sport, as there is a gentle breeze of time, brought home about two dozen of wind from the south-west, and the sky as fine trouts as I would wish to catch. is rather cloudy. We will look over our But Jamie is a capital flee-fisher, and sel- tackle while dinner is preparing.–What dom returns with a toom creel.

kind of fly would you advise, Mr Burn? Burrell. Pray, what gibbet is that You are an old angler in Coquet, and upon the moor, landlord ?

should know something of the tastes of its “ Landlord. Gibbet, sir?-I know of trouts. no gibbet in this county but that at Els. “ Landlord. I think you had best try the don, which is twenty long miles off. black hackle and the midge-flee first; and,

Burrell. Surely you cannot but know towards evening, if you have not sport to of the gibbet on the left op crossing the your liking with these, put on a red moor, and scarcely a mile from your own hackle; and if you can catch fish with door?

none of them, I can, for this time of the “ Landlord. O, I understand what you year, recommend nothing better. mean now. That is the starting post for red hackle is a great favourite, and not our races, and the cross-piece which made without reason, with our Coquetdale you take it for a gibbet, is to hang a pair anglers. One of the best of them thus of butcher's scales on to weigh the jockeys sings of it : in. Did you see a corby or a jackdaw fluttering about the top as you passed ? • The black.flee is guid when it's airly; Burrell. We did observe a large black

The May-flee is deadly in spring;

The midge-flee may do in fair weather ; bird flapping his wings upon the cross. For foul sawmon roe is the king :piece, but I took it to be a raven.

But let it be late or be airly,

The water be drumly or sma', Landlord. It will be nothing better Still up wi' the bonny red-heckle, than a corby-crow.-Hostler, tell the lad The heckle that tackled them a'.' there is another crow down at the starting-post. One of our lads made a few

You must get well up the stream, as far springes out of an old cow-tail, and set as Piperhaugh, and fish down to Weldon. them, with a dead rabbit, on the top of the

Oliver. We shall set out after dinner, starting-post, and he has catched five crows and reach Piperbaugh about four o'clock. to-day already.

We shall be back in the evening, and sup Oliver. Shall I bespeak the hostler for

at ten. I shall just write a note to the you, Burrell, that you may complete your Vicar and Mr Bell, inviting them to sketch from the living model ? 'Do start join us at supper-time. Do you think after dinner, and 'whip up' those par

we shall be favoured with their comticulars in your own style.

Do intro- pany? duce your fine, strapping, hawk-nosed,

« Landlord. I think I may venture to black-whiskered fellow,' hanging in a

assure you of that. They are both at butcher's scale, previous to starting for a

home, and know that you are expected." leather plate. Burrell. Bespeak the dinner if you

We call that very pretty, simple, please; but no more of the hostler 'an natural writing ; and Stephen hath a thou lovest me.' In future, I shall close pleasant vein of humour that would my sketch-book against all ' striking' enliven a Noctes. Only this moment objects.

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STEPHANUS OLIVERUS. Ah ! Stephen, your English shews of bad road, and over a hilly country; you to be a scholar--but did not you and he has frequently walked it, on the submit your Latinity for correction 11th of August, with his gun over his or at least approval—to the Rev. shoulder, and his shot-belts about him, James Todburn? Clerk Todburn is and reached Keilder before dinner, and quite a Dominie Sampson in his way started next morning with the lark for - yet hath he a character of his the moors.

Burrell. He must have been a second own; and though kindred to Old Prodigious-yet is the Curate an

Captain Barclay in those days. He should original and he must shake hands

walk a little more now; he is growing some day with Christopher North.

too fat and listless. The Duchess is of pious and domestic habits, I understand;

conducts a ladies' penny-a-week tract so* Evening. Parlour of the Black Bull's ciety in Alnwick; and has the finest

Head. Decanters and Glasses on the breed of pigs in the kingdom.
Table. Present, the Rev. JAMES TOD. Bell. You are out there. There may
BURN, ANDREW Bell, RICHARD BUR- be some truth about the pigs; but as to
RELL, and STEPHEN OLIVER, Esqrs. the peony-a-week concern, some one has
« Oliver. Now tbat we have drank the

been boaxing you, or perhaps you are King, the Royal Family, and other stan

treating us with a slice of your own

gammon.'-Allow me now to give a dard toasts, I shall give you the Lordlieutenant of the county, the Duke of toast ; it needs no long preface, but when Northumberland.

the thing is in my mind I must notice it. All. The Duke of Northumberland !

You have observed the Black Bull's Head Burrell. He is a pleasant-looking man

that swings so bravely at our landlord's the Duke, but, I should think, rather too

door? That is the crest of the Widdringpale-faced to be an angler. Does he ever

tons, whose pennon has been unfurled in amuse himself with the rod, Mr Tod

a hundred Border forays. I shall give burn?

you their descendant, the Lord of the

Manor - Riddell of Felton.
Rev.J. T. Not now, I believe, though

AU. Riddell of Felton! he was once rather fond of the sport. But he was always better with the gun than and its introduction, Mr Bell. I knew

Oliver. Thank you for your toast, the rod, and could walk better than he not that the owner of Felton Hall, with. could either shoot or fish. “Burrell. Indeed! I should never have

in whose ground I have so often fished, taken his Grace to have been much of a

'tracked his parent stream' to so poble a pedestrian.

source. Who has not heard of WiddringRev. J. T. Then you are mistaken.

ton, 'that gallant squire ?'

• For Wetharynton my harte was wo, About twenty years ago, I durst have

That ever he slayne shulde be; matched him against the whole body of For when both his leggis were hewyne in to, the aristocracy, and thrown the House of

Yet he kneled and fought on his kne.' Commons into tbe bargain, either for an Bell. One might suppose that you bad bour's breathing, or a long day's walk. been born in Coquetdale, you are so ready From Alnwick to Alnmouth and back is with the Hyntynge of the Chyviot.' ten miles; and, wben Earl Percy, he But I should like now to hear a little of often performed this distance in two your fishing. I suspect that you have hours, merely as a walk before breakfast. returned with an empty creel, or we The distance from Alnwick to Keilder should have heard something of your ex. Castle, on the western border of Nor- ploits before this ; for anglers are not aothumberland, is upwards of forty miles customed to be silent on their success. I

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should like to see your take-a couple of inches and three sixteenths, by the excisethorney-backs, perch par courtesie ; half a man's rod. dozen minnows, and an eel; but not a Rev. J. T. That is not a Coquet-bred single trout, except the dozen which you fish; he must have escaped from some would buy in coming home, to save your pond or loch during the late rains. Pray selves from being laughed at.

where did you take him? Oliver. Thorney-backs and minnows! “ Oliver. In the deep pool a little above - I should like much to catch a few of Brinkburn. I observed him lying at his your trouts. But you shall see. Waiter, ease near the surface of the water, and let the hostler bring up that hamper of tried him first with a small trout, which trouts and the pike which we caught this he would not look at. I then put on an afternoon. A pike—it is a halberd of a artificial frog with a double snap, which fish-a very weaver's beam!

I had among my baits, and he seized it

in a moment. I struck as soon as he turnEnter HOSTLER, with a tolerably well-filleded, and luckily hooked him; and directly basket of trouts and a pike.

that he felt himself pricked, swoop! he

was off like a whale. I let him have Bell. Well done! These are something about forty yards of line, though not too better than thorney-backs, after all. I gently, before I attempted to check him. dare say you have nearly a stone and a I then was obliged to put my tackle to half of trouts here, and some of them the test, as he was likely to gain, had I really prime ones. You have been lucky allowed him more line, a rocky part of in hooking the skeggers to-day; if you the stream. When I found that my tackle continue as you have begun, you will would hold him, I began to wind him rouse the jealousy of your brother anglers. gently back, and had got him, after a

Oliver. Skeggers! Why surely you do good deal of mancavring, within twenty not call those fine trouts, of from two to yards of the end of the rod, when off he three pounds weight, skeggers ? I do not went again. He repeated this three or think there is a single skegger amongst four times, growing weaker every sweep them.

he took, till at last I got so far master of “Bell. There you are wrong—and prove him as to draw him to the shore, where that you are better acquainted with Izaak Burrell landed him with a gak. Walton than with the trouts of the Co- Rev J. T. But how did you come by quet, notwithstanding the numerous visits the trouts ? I was out myself this mornyou have paid to this part of the country. ing, and only caught half-a-dozen which The trout which Walton describes as the were scarcely worth bringing home; and samlet, or skegger, is the small brandling yet I oaght to know something of Cotrout of the Coquet: but the trout which quet, and I am persuaded that you could we here call the skegger is a large one, not have more suitable flies, for I always almost like a bull trout, and the name is make my own. derived from an old word, to skug'-to “ Oliver. We began at Piperhaugh, and seek covert or shelter; for these trouts are fished down to Weldon Bridge. At first mostly found under the shadow of a bank we had only indifferent success till we or projecting rock, and they are by some tried a fly recommended by our landlord, called alder or alter trouts, in conse- the red-hackle, and afterwards we had no quence of their haunting the roots of als reason to complain. We got the greatest der-trees, that grow by the side of the number between Brinkburn and Weldon. stream. Since I have alluded to etymo. At the commencement I was inclined to logies, I must go one step further to no. blame my friend Burrell for our want of tice, that 'skug' is most probably deri. success ; for the trout is a sly fish, that ved from the Moso-Gothic • Skydga,' appears to be instinctively aware of the to shadow or cover; and that the moun- danger that awaits him when a scientific tain Skiddaw, in Cumberland, probably angler is in company, and carefully keeps owes its name to the same source. Skygd himself out of harm's way. dbathe dark shadow-is admirably ex- “ Burrell. You practical anglers always pressive of its character when seen from claim the privilege of laughing at the nothe foot of Withop, before the sun has il- vice, until he perceives that your prelumined the south-western side, and when tended mystery is a mere bag of smoke, its dark shade is extended over the vale and becomes as wise as one of yourselves. of Derwent. But what a famous pike You have been winding a long reel about you have caught; I have seldom seen that pike, Oliver, but you do not relata such a one taken in this part of the coun. the most interesting part of the feat, that try. What weight is he?

the fish at one period of the contest had " Oliver. Ten pounds three ounces; the better of the angler. I was a short length from eye to fork, two feet screu distance up the stream, attending to my

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