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wind-and-just a turn of the wrist,-you've | Indian twist, can circumvent the sturdy struck him well. Let him go-let him go perch yonder, that has gorged our spinning-off like a shot! Here, he's darting back minnow-fish, hooks, and line, all must be again-wind quick, and hold him; and, now lost! Wind-hold-play him-there's a he's getting sulky, lead him about a bit, and back-fin for you, cutting the bright ripples teach the monster that you've tackled him, like a sailing ploughshare!-there's a fine a wild horse safe in harness. Just have a broadside of brown and gold, with black peep for curiosity-there, do thy multiply- bands;-oh, the fellow mustn't break away ing cautiously, and induce our friend to for a bag of ducats! Here he comestaste a little fresh air. Why, those are the gently now-wash out that gristly mouth jaws of a very shark! Let him go, quick! with copious draughts of its treacherous He dashes about gallantly, but will soon be native element, and drown a very fish. His tired of so much racing. Home again, sir. struggles are fainter and fewer, now for the Mind, when he leaps, lower your colors to net, boy-quick!-mind the line-and-safe his excellency, or he'll break all away; and on terra firma. -a clean jump out o' water!-there's his But the morning gets too bright for this first and last appearance in the pirouette: sort of thing, and there's little need of now gently, gently to shore, the hooked other specimens. Let these hints suffice to stick in those gaping gills, and warmly testify an angler's happy triumphs; to-mor welcome, thou magnificent pike! A fifteen row, as the May-fly will still be on the wapounder, or that aching arm tells falsely. How he claps his formidable jaws together, like two curry-combs, and furiously wrig gles on the ground, as an eel, to run at us! Oh, thou tyrant of the little fish, thou Saturn even of thine own offspring, this, this is retributive justice. Flounder there among the meadow-grass, and confess to the naiads and oreades thy many murders; for assuredly never more shalt thou taste gudgeon. It's a terrible thing to be tedious; so, while we pour a libation of cool claret, (the venerable bottle having been up to its neck in wet grass ever since we came,) my gentle comrade shall repeat you a pretty stave of his, said or sung as we were walking

hitherward.

With glittering dew yet moist, the mountain cheeks
Smile through their night-born tears, for joyous day
With fervent charity wipes those tears away;
All Nature quickens; from a thousand beaks
Flow out the carol'd orisons of praise

To Him who taught them those new songs to raise
Forth bounding from a fern-lined pit, the hare
In the brown fallow seeks his furrowed lair;
High up, almost unseen, yon fluttering speck
With gleesome music breasts the flood of light,
Then, cowering, drops upon some mossy spot:
Around the elm-tree tops, in cawing flight,
Wheels the dark army: winking flowrets deck
Lawn, meadow, upland, hill, and poor man's gar-
den-plot.

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ter, we may ask your worship's company to the seven streams, and throw the barbed feather for a trout: meantime, to count our violet-scented spoils, (—there are ten brace more than those you've heard of,-) to lay them out on fresh-cut flags, and homewards over the hill with merry hearts to our wholesome, hungry, daylight dinner. Here, boy, carry these rods, and sling that pike and perch on an osier-twig; for they can't be got into the basket.

OF FLY-FISHING.

"THE sun's been up this two hours, sir; so I made bould to call ye!" It was the voice, and the heavy hobnailed tread of my factotum and favorite, Master James Bean. "Thank'ee, James; bring my fishingboots, etcetera."

Now, what recondite idea attached itself to the cabalistic word "etcetera," in the mind of the learned Bean, it is quite impossible to say; but the coincidence was remarkable, that, in company with the caoutchone boots aforesaid, appeared a bait-bag full of clean moss, and convoluted lobworms. For once our sagacious friend had erred; we were not to-day going to be guilty of impaling denizens of the dunghill: Hollo! where's my float ?-and my reel's a sport cleaner, nobler, and more innocent ran out, and the rod pulled half into the than even that of the quiet augler, had been water! This comes of poetizing, you see, by us concerted for a pleasant holiday pasand all such nonsense, when one should be time: in fact, friends, you were promised a merely a fisher. But, dear Nature, we Wal-day's fly-fishing, and here it is. toners do love thee so, and truly thy soul Dame Juliana Berners, in y Boke off St. is poetry, that sooner had been lost a dozen Albans, enprented by Wynkyn de Worde, fish than that dewy canzonet. Natheless, says, with her quaint phrase, not more pretwith cautious wisdom let us retrieve this tily than truly, "Atte y leest youre fyssher idlenes, or Ustonson's bill will be longer hath his holsom walke, and is merry at his than its wont this summer; for, unless man's ease; a swete ayre of the swete savoure of intellect, at the end of half a furlong of meede floures makyth him hongry; he

hereth y melodyous armony of fowles; he seeth the yonge swanne, heerons, duckes, cotes, and many other fowlys, wyth their brodes; whych me seemyth better than alle y noyse of houndys, y blastes of hornys, and y' scrie of foulis, that hunters and fawkeners, and foulers can make." Accordingly, knowing well my country, and that it is well worth your knowing, too, we will not, ungraciously, forget our "holsom walke," but take you roundabouts as pretty a ramble as any in broad Britain.

Match me where you can this rustic lane, its flooring of cleanest gravel, its wall of wildest verdure now it gets deeper and darker, with rocky sides painted wantonly by various lichens. How gracefully should we think these wavy ferns, how gorgeous those flaunting foxgloves, how elegant the harebell, how delicate the ragged cornflower, had Nature been more chary of her most abounding beauties. O men, when shall your hard hearts learn that good and loveliness are broadcast bounteously: when will your folly cease to think the commonest things least worthy?

And here, down in this oak-wood hollow, a flashing trout-stream glides across the road: yes, that's a fine fish, and spotted like the pard; but, don't put your rod together yet, for we've three miles more to go, and yonder sly old trout has seen too much of us; there, taking advantage of an escort of the smaller fry, he's off while we speak ; and one flap of his lissom tail has carried him ten yards away: moreover, all the hereabouts belongs to sour Squire Mountain, and one wouldn't be beholden to the churl for the value of a fish-scale.

what strange figure can this be, stalking solemnly towards us?-d'ye see him?there-the mighty man in armor, with greaves on his legs, and a high-plumed helm, and sword, and shield, and eagle-standard? Probably my horror-stricken friends thought me gone stark mad of a coup de soleil; for I looked and acted much after the fashion of Mr. Charles Kean, when he plays Hamlet and Macbeath, soliloquizing to the empty airs of Banquo and "my royal father." It was, however, but a pleasant variation of telling them the hackneyed story, that we were now standing on an ancient Roman camp, whence my idling antiquarianism had dug up many coins, and which the playfulness of glad imagination, overleaping eighteen centuries of time, had peopled with trampling legions, not seldom having held long converse there with more than one ghost of a gay Centurion.

But all this is sadly episodical, and has taken us out of the direct line of march, both as to subject and geography; so, granting safe arrival at our still distant watercourse, let us struggle through the underwood, put up the taper rods, and, with a gentle breeze at our backs, drop a distant fy gentle on the middle of that swingeing current :

Look, like a village queen of May, the stream
Dances her best before the holiday sun,
And still with musical laugh goes tripping on
Over these golden sands, which brighter gleam
To watch her pale-green kirtle flashing fleet
Above them, and her tinkling silver feet,
That ripple melodies: quick-yon circling rise
In the calm refluence of this gay cascade
Marked an old trout, who shuns the sunny skies,
And, nightly prowler, loves the hazel shade:
Well thrown!-you hold him bravely, off he
speeds,

Now up, now down,-now madly darts about! Mind, mind your line among those flowering reeds,— How the rod bends!—and hail, thou noble trout.

But we've got upon the broad and sunny moor, whose beautiful varieties of heath and moss might make the very peat-cutter a botanist; where the cunning plover, in days lang syne, has often led me, with her A fine fellow, truly, black and yellow, cowering wing and plaintive cries, far away with little head, symmetrical hog's back, from her humble nest, and where my wand- and gills of vermilion. How he flings himering footsteps have before now been start- self about among the soft grass, iridescent lingly arrested by the close and noisy rising as a peacock's tail! But it is impossible to of fork-tailed black-cock;-where, more be prosy on the subject:than once, in crispy winter walks, tracking from holly to holly the tame pigeon-fieldfares, I have found myself suddenly, as by magic, in the midst of a rabble of dogs, and men, and horses, to wit, none other than the far-famed O. P. Q. hunt, and remembered having seen a fox running, two miles off, at least half an honr before; and then, giv ing that eager crowd all possible intelligence, the noisy rout has left me, better pleased than ever with a solitary, peaceful ramble; where also-but I grow dull,

O, thou hast robbed the Nereids, gentle brother,
Of some swift fairy messenger; behold
Shows him their favorite page: just such another
His dappled livery prankt with red and gold

Sad Galatea to her Acis sent
To teach the new-born fountain how to flow,

And track, with loving haste, the way she went Down the rough rocks, and through the flowery plain,

E'en to her home where coral branches grow, And where the sea-nymph clasps her love again. We, the while, terrible as Polypheme, Brandish the lissom rod, and feally try

Once more to throw the tempting, treacherous fly,

And win a brace of trophies from the stream.

Yes, and it's my turn now for luck, brother; but the breeze has lulled, and, for want of a Lapland witch to sell me one, it will be necessary to commence with invocation. Will this serve our purpose?—

Come, then, coy Zephyr, waft my feather'd bait
Over this rippling shallow's tiny wave
To yonder pool, whose calmer eddies lave
Some Triton's ambush,-where he lies in wait

To catch my skipping fly; there drop it lightly.
A rise, by Glaucus! but he miss'd the hook-
Another!-safe; the monarch of the brook,
With broadside, like a salmon's, gleaming brightly:
Off let him race, and waste his prowess there;
The dread of Damocles, a single hair
Will tax my skill to take this fine old trout.

So-lead him gently; quick-the net, the net!
Now gladly lift the glittering beauty out,
Hued like a dolphin, sweet as violet.

PUNCH'S POLITICAL ECONOMY.
From the London Charivari.
CONSUMPTION.

EVERY product is put to some purpose after it is created-for instance, when sloe leaves are grown, they are used for adulterating tea, and the destruction of values in this way is called consumption. When a joke is spoiled in the telling, the destruction of the value amounts to cousumption. And when an insolvent person puts his hand to a bill he may be said to consume a stamp, for he destroys its value. Political economists have, however, omitted to mention that consumption sometimes bestows value instead of destroying it, for when a

CAPITAL.

That must do to-day, at least for sonnet-person goes into a consumption he becomes eering; at yet, candid reader, credit me, invested with value-as a patient-to the much of your pleasure in such contempla- medical practitioner. tive sports is due to a secret soul gladdening their dull material. Verily it is the poetry of fishing that flings such a charm We have already touched on capital, but over the naked craft: therefore look for it is a subject which we are unwilling to favor on my well-meant improvising. The let go, and it may be profitable to return to tingling sensation of pleasant excitement it. That is, strictly speaking, capital, when a lively fish, hooked to your neat tackle, begins faintly to show his broadside to the sun, the triumphant lifting of the land-net, your bending-rod's welcome aid, the beauteous, many-colored captive, the calm, sun-steeped, smiling country,-the gurgling music of running waters, and your own elastic health, uncareful heart, and bosom full of hopes so innocent as these,oh, friend and fellow mine, how much of Capital is incessantly undergoing change, dormant poetry is here! Go with some course-grained common fisherman,-poach-illustrated at the foot of Waterloo Bridge, and political economy of this kind is daily

er, or otherwise,-one who, like those emaciated tribes on the Colombia, fishes for his daily sustenance, and see what a dull, stale affair it is, of worms and brambles, bad humor, and wet feet. Sport itself scarcely mends the matter, viewed in the mammonizing aspect of tenpence a-pound. And, in fact, it is just because angling demands a poetical soul to enjoy its highest pleasures that such a phalanx of prosy people see no fun in it. Nevertheless, many a holiday clerk, long prisoned up in London ledgers,-but even there feeding upon Walton and Wordsworth, will acknowledge that the pleasure of his day's fly-fishing is mainly due to the Poetry of Nature.

LECTURES OF M. DANOU.-We are glad to see announced by Firmin Didol, Freres, a complete edition of the discourses of M. Danou, from 1819 to 1,0, of which only fragments have as yet found 3 way to the public. His researches into annt histories have ever been held in the highest imation by scholars of all countries.

which is used by men in their different occupations. Thus a man who writes a farce, though it be very bad, still, when finished, he generally thinks he has a right to call it capital. An author who publishes a novel may consider it capital; though capital of this kind very often carries with it no interest.

CHANGES OF CAPITAL.

where, if you tender a penny, change will
be given you. Some persons carry their
der bad silver, and the change is capital for
love of political economy so far as to ten-
them, but not for the parties giving it.
them, but not for the parties giving it. Ca-
pital may sometimes be subjected to such
when it is invested in theatrical speculations
changes that it is wholly lost sight of, as
or joint stock companies.

MONEY.

small part, though Sir E. L. Bulwer's Money is a part of capital, but only a Money was said to be capital by some, while others considered it to be little better than waste paper. If you get change for a sovereign, you may probably have a bad shilling among the lot; and, as it is admitted that what is true of a part must be true of the whole, the whole of the change will be bad-a position which the political economists have got themselves into, and which we leave them to get out of.

OF FIXED AND CIRCULATING CAPITAL. is also entitled to be called a natural agent; On this head we have little to say. and a parliamentary agent falls under this There is an example of fixed capital in the description. Inanimate agents are better capital fixed at the top of the Duke of than living agents; for instance, a steamYork's column, which, by the by, is the engine is better than a lawyer-for while only capital that the Duke ever was able to the former generates steam, the latter genkeep for any time about him. Of circula- erates hot water, and is pretty sure to ting capital we can give no better idea than plunge us into it. Punch, which every body allows to be capital, and which circulated amazingly.

OF INDUSTRY.

Industry is human exertion of any kind employed for the creation of value; but when Sir Peter Laurie exerts himself to the utmost nothing valuable results from

it.

Some sort of industry is used to make property, while other sorts of industry have the effect of destroying property. Of the latter kind is the industry of lawyers, which is employed in the destruction of property to a very large extent.

Tools and machines are instruments for the production of value; and political tools are of various kinds, being invested with a greater or less degree of sharpness.

Wind is a stationary agent, and in turning a mill it is of great value. Wind is also an agent for the umbrella and hat makers, giving an impetus to trade by the destruc tion of value-blowing umbrellas to tatters, and carrying off the heads sometimes into the river. The value which political economists attribute to wind may perhaps account for the zeal they sometimes display in attempting to raise it.

OF NATURAL AGENTS.

A natural agent is, as its name imports, an agent of nature; and all our country agents are in the nature of natural agents, for they are naturally desirous of such a respectable agency. The wind is a natural agent, and in some cases may be said to help circulation, which it may be truly said to do when violent puffing is resorted to. Water is an agent of very great power, very often turning-a mill; and when mixed with brandy it frequently gives a rotary motion to every object-at least as far as the

It is said by political economists that inanimate agents are capable of much more rapid action than those that are alive; but the political economists seem to have forgotten that no action can be so rapid as that commenced by an attorney on a bill of exchange when his object is to create value-in the shape of costs, which he runs up with a rapidity of action that is truly astonishing. The East-India Tea Company professes to be very particular in the appointment of its agents; but every tea-kettle is in some degree an agent, if the Company's teas are used in the family where the kettle is located.

Frost is an agent for the plumbers, by putting the pipes out of repair; and when one of the Syncretics publishes a tragedy, he becomes at once an agent for the buttershops.

HOMERIC ILIUM.-One of the late numbers of the "Rhine Museum" contains an interesting article by Dr. Gustavus von Eckenbrecher upon the site of the Homeric lium. It seems carefully written, and well deserving the attention of all who take an interest in the question. The number of travellers who visit the plains of Troy is yearly increasing; and the sanguine hope soon to see a map of Ilium accompanying the Iliad, equally clear and certain sey. Dr. Eckenbrecher seems to differ from his with that of Ithaca for the explanation of the Odyspredecessors in this investigation, in removeing Troy from the heights of Bunorbaschi, (on which since the times of Le Chevalier it has been supposon the spot which, up to the present time, has been ed to be situated,) two miles lower on the plain, known by the name of New Ilium. A residence of several years in the Levant has afforded the author his research and accuracy, give value to his testiample means of observation, which, coupled with mony.-Athenæum.

KING GUSTAVUS'S PAPERS.-The Postampt Gazette was charged with the examination of the papers of Frankfort, mentions that " Professor Geyer, who contained in the mysterious cases deposited at the University of Upsal by King Gustavus, has made his report of their contents. The chief papers are-

persons are concerned who have resorted to the very powerful agency alluded to. Water is a very natural agent, for all the metropolitan milk-men; and in conformity with the truth that it always finds its level, 1. The memoirs of Gustavus, written by himself, it generally causes a very perceptible ris-and commenced in 1765, when he was only nineteen ing in all the milk-cans. Such is the power of water, that, when held in solution with ordinary chalk, a pound weight of it has been capable of raising a penny. Humbug

years of age. They contain important observations on the revolution of 1772 and on the two preceding reigns. 2. The history of the house of Vasa. 3. The plan of the form of government of 1772, and a plan for the regulation of the Diet of 1778.""

RECREATIONS OF CHRISTOPHER NORTH. public. So Cervantes borrows the playful

From the Edinburgh Review-Feb'y.

The Recreations of Christopher North. Three vols. 8vo. Edinburgh: 1842.

shafts of his kindly satire from the quiver launches his more envenomed arrows from of the sage Cid Hamet Benengeli; Swift behind the broad back of Captain Lemuel THESE are in every way remarkable vol- Gulliver; and Sir Walter Scott often lingers umes, whether regarded as illustrative of over the Clutterbucks, Dryasdusts, Tintos, the character of the writer, or of the ten- and Pattisons, who were intended to be the dencies of the criticism of the time, to which mere heralds and pursuivants of his main his influence and example have given so gen- pageant, till they became leading personaeral and decided a direction. It is not in-ges in the procession;-making the prodeed easy to say, whether the interest which logue not unfrequently threaten to banish their perusal excites is chiefly to be referred the piece itself into a corner. to the very singular combination of moral and mental powers implied in their composition-where qualities which are generally deemed incompatible are found to be united in harmony-or to the strong feeling of the influence which this combination, expressing itself in forms of such originality and power as to arrest the attention of literary men, and at the same time, to appeal to the ordinary tastes and sympathies of the public, by the use of instruments at once familiar and powerful, must have exercised upon the taste of the time, and the whole tone and spirit of our criticism, as well as its form.

These fantastic creations, in a case like the present, serve a double purpose. They give a unity to detached thoughts and scattered views, and awaken a kind of personal interest on the part of the reader; who, although he may have little difficulty in detecting the incongruity of some of the traits introduced, and easily perceives that the portrait is not intended to be received as a daguerreotype likeness, for the fidelity of which the Sun himself is answerable, yet is satisfied that the features of the imaginary being whom he contemplates are drawn from an original existing in nature; and represent, though in a playful spirit of intentionThe Essays which are collected in these al caricature, much of the real mind and volumes, and which originally appeared in a peculiar character of the writer: while the scattered form in Blackwood's Magazine, author himself thus obtains the means of are now united by a slender tie. They are giving expression to many things which he announced as "The Recreations of Christo- might have otherwise hesitated to utter withpher North." We need say little, we pre-out such a mouthpiece. Nor need the mask sume, of the imaginary personage who for this purpose be a very close one. As Arisclaims their authorship, except that, not- tophanes could venture, in the wildest days withstanding the palpably incongruous as- of Athenian democracy, to personate and ridsemblage of qualities with which he is in-icule upon the stage the demagogue of the vested, such are the vivacity and pictur- day, with merely the thin disguise of a paintque truth with which his sayings and do-ed face, so a few whimsical and grotesque ings have been here depicted, that few crea- exaggerations superinduced upon the true tures of the imagination have succeeded in features of the character, are, by a kind of impressing their image on the public with tacit understanding between the author and more distinctness of portraiture, or a stron- the public, held sufficient to perplex the ger sense of reality. Few indeed find any question of identity- to take from the imdifficulty in calling up before the mind's eye, aginary representative all inconvenient rewith nearly the same vividness as that of an semblance to his prototype; and to entitle ordinary acquaintance, the image of this ven- his caprices to that immunity which is conerable eidolon-who unites the fire of youth ventionally accorded to the sallies of a maswith the wisdom of age, retains an equal in- querade. With these convenient phantasms, terest in poetry, philosophy, pugilism, and too, the writer can play as he pleases; bringpolitical economy-in short, in all the on-ing them prominently forward, or banishing goings of the world around him, in which them into the background, as occasion reeither matter or spirit have a part; andwho quires. In the present case, where some passes from a fit of the gout to a feat of gymnastics, and carries his crutch obviously less or purposes of use than of intimidation. Most writers who felt that they possessed the power of imaginary portrait painting, have been fond of interposing such imaginary personages between themselves and the

startling transition from grave to gay is in contemplation-some outburst of a wild humor that haply might frighten the groves of Academe from their propriety; some feat to be described, more congenial to the wild gaiety of youth than to the gravity of Budge Doctors of the Stoic fur, "attired in black

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