"And now, scholar, my direction for fly-fishing is ended with this shower, for it has done raining: and now look about you and see how pleasantly that meadow looks; nay, and the earth smells as sweetly too. Come, let me tell you what holy Mr. Herbert says of such days and flowers as these; and then we will thank God that we enjoy them, and walk to the river and sit down quietly and try to catch the other brace of trouts :

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky;

Sweet dews shall weep thy fall to-night

For thou must die.

Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave,
Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye:

Thy root is ever in the grave~

And thou must die.

Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie;

My music shows you have your closes

And all must die.

Only a sweet and virtuous soul,

Like seasoned timber never gives;

But when the whole world turns to coal

Then chiefly lives.

Besides "The Complete Angler," Izaak Walton

has left us a volume containing four or five lives of

eminent men quite as fine as that great Pastoral, although in a very different way. His life of Dr. Donne, the satirist and theologian, contains an account of a vision (the apparition of a beloved wife in England passing before the waking eyes of her husband in Paris) which both for the clearness of the narration and the undoubted authenticity of the event, is amongst the most interesting that is to be found in the long catalogue of supernatural visi

tations.

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