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spection and unrelenting spirit exhibited by both par- , glory, need be told, and on all others description would ties, it was not difficult to conjecture that one of the two be entirely lost. Heimbert and Fadrique stood near each would breathe his last under the overhanging branches other. “I do not know how it happens,” said the latof the orange-trees, which were now being gilded by the ter, soliloquising, “but I feel as though I were destined morning dawn streaming in upon them; and such, to plant my victorious flag to-morrow on yonder heights, doubtless, must have been the result, had not a cannon- which are now illuminated by the purple glare of cannonshot from the port, echoing all around, suddenly broken balls and conflagration.” the silence of approaching dawn.
“I feel so too,” exclaimed Heimbert; then both The combatants, as though under the influence of a maintained a sullen silence, and turned away from each command common to both, stood still, and while they other in ill-will. were listening for a repetition of the same sound, a second The long-expected dawn had lit up the partial gloona shot discharged its thunder. “It is the signal for de- of the surrounding scenery, the ships made for shore, parture, Senor,” said Don Fadrique. “ We are now the troops landed, and an officer was immediately in the Emperor's service, and all contentions that do not despatched to the camp, in order to inform Field-Marrelate to the foes of Charles V. are hushed for a time." shal the Duke of Alva of the arrival of the reinforce
Certainly,” answered Heimbert; "and I postpone ment; whilst the troops, after having cleaned their my revenge for the insluting appellation you have ap- arms, and drawn themselves up in military order, stood plied to me, till the siege of Tunis is terminated.” in all the pride of warlike accoutrement, awaiting their
“And I,” added Fadrique, “consent to defer till great leader. A cloud of dust advancing in the distance then the vengeance of one who will not brook the announced the return of the officer who had been deheraldic glory of his family, transmitted with unsullied spatched to give information of the landing of the troops ; purity through a long line of noble ancestors, to be he arrived almost breathless, with the intelligence that stained even by the semblance of dishonour."
the General was close at hand; and as the word “Alva" “Willingly granted.” And now the two soldiers signifies “ dawn” in the Castille idiom, the Spaniards hastened to the beach, ordered the embarkation of their huzzaed loudly at the coincidence, and regarded it as a troops, and when the sun overtopped the ocean, both were favourable omen, for with the approach of the cavalry, the in the same bark, cutting the rippling surface of the main, first warm rays of the sun illumined the horizon. far from Malaga's strand.
The earnest figure of the General was now seen on a tall jet black Andalusian charger. After galloping once up
and down before the troops, the mighty warrior reined up CHAPTER V.
in the centre of the line, looked earnestly, but with eviThe ships had to contend for some time with contrary dent satisfaction, along rank and file, and at length said : winds, and when at last the Barbary coasts began to be “Soldiers, you stand in good order for muster ; that is as visible, evening had so far usurped its black dominion it should be, and what Alva likes. Notwithstanding over the watery waste, that no pilot, belonging to the your youth, I see you are disciplined soldiers. We shall little flect, would venture to cast anchor in the shallow now proceed to muster, after which I shall conduct you strand. In anxious expectation of the morning dawn, to warm work.” they cruised about on the waters, which had now become He then dismounted, and, walking up to the right wing, comparativly calm ; during which time the troops, eager put one squadron after another through various evolufor the fight, crowded together impatiently on the decks, tions, always having the respective captain of each dirito take a view of the scene of their future exploits. sion at his side, and mentioning the most trifling incident
Ever and anon tho beavy ordnance of both besiegers to him. A few stray cannon balls from the fort occaand besieged pealed deep notes of thunder from Fortsionally whizzed over the heads of the troops as they Goleta ; and as night spread her dark mantle thicker were passing muster; then Alva would stand still, and and thicker around, the lurid flames, bursting from some cast a scrutinising glance at the men; but when he saw mighty conflagration, became more and more visible—the that not one of them moved an eyelid, a contented smile fiery course of the red-hot cannon balls, as they shot hovered a moment around his severe, pallid countenance. along in fantastic directions, grew more distinct-and When he had mustered the forces to his heart's desire, their effects, as they dealt out death and destruction, he remounted his steed, and galloping once more to the more ghastly.
centre, said, as he stroked down his long curly beard Now the Mussulmans must have made a sally, for with his right hand—“I congratulate you, soldiers, on some smart firing, evidently proceeding from small guns, your creditable appearance, wherefore you shall participato was heard amidst the roar of cannons. The fighting sud- in the glorious day that even now dawns upon our whole denly drew nearer to the trenches of the Christians, and Christian army. Soldiers, we attack Barbarossa! Need the troops, who witnessed the whole affair from the I say more to arouse your bravery? Do you not already decks of the ships, were uncertain whether the redoubts hear the drums beat in the camp? Do you not see him of the besiegers were in danger or not. At last the defying the imperial forces ? Then do your duty !" Turks were
seen driven back into their fort, the “ Long live Charles V.!” resounded from the ranks. Christians pursuing them, and a deafening cheer of vic- | Alva now beckoned the officers to approach him, and tory resounded from the Spanish camp.-Goleta was assigned to each his post. He generally mixed up Gerstormed.
man and Spanish squadrons, to spur on the emulation of How the ships' crews, consisting of young, and yet ex- the soldiers to the highest pitch of bravery. Thus it happerienced, soldiers, rejoiced at the sight of the animating pened that Heimbert and Fadrique were ordered to one scene, no one, whose pulse throbs higher at the sound of I and the same spot, which they recognised to be the iden
tical one they had seen on the previous evening enveloped forth ruin and devastation, burst forth. The besiegers, in flames, and each individually had desired for himself. taken wholly by surprise, for a moment ceased storming.
Loud thundered the cannons, the drums beat, flags “ Advance !" cried Alva. Advance," urged the fluttered merrily in the breeze, “march !" burst simul- two young officers, just as a flaming shaft clung to the taneously from the lips of either captain; the troops Duke's hat, which was covered with feathers, and made eagerly obeyed the order, and prepared for an assault. such a hideous crackling noise that the general fell insen
sible to the ground. Both German and Spanish soldiers Aed in dismay down the hill; the onset again proved
fruitless. The Mussulmans shouted in triumphant deCHAPTER VI,
rision, whilst, in the midst of the fleeing soldiers, ZeThrice Fadrique and IIeimbert had advanced up the linda's beauty sparkled like a malignant star. heights, almost as far as the mound of an intrenchment, Alya, or. recovering his senses, found Ileimbert stretched and thrice they were forced back with their troops into over him by way of protection ; the young soldier's the plain beneath, by the desperate stand which the Turks cloak, arm, and face were strongly marked by the flames made. The Mussulmans yelled with savage joy after the which he had not only extinguished around his general's retreating foe, made strange music by the clash of wea- head, but had also kept off a huge mass of ignited matter pons, and, with insulting gibes, invited another attem proceeding from the same direction, by throwing himself to gain the heights, at the same time signifying their in-extended on the body. The Duke was about to thank his tention to mow down the bold aggressors with their scythe- youthful defender, when a party of soldiers made up to him like scimitars, and hurl huge missiles on them. The two in great haste, informing him that the Saracens were atcaptains, grinding their teeth with discomfited passion, tacking the opposite wing. Without a moment's delay, rallied their troops anew, who had been materially thinned the great hero mounted the nearest charger, and galby three unsuccessful onsets; while a murmur ran through loped to the spot where the peril was most imminent. the line, that an enchantress was fighting on the side of Fadrique looked with glowing eyes up to the mound where the Turks, and gaining them the victory.
the damsel, brandishing a two-pronged spear in the air Duke Alva arrived at the spot just at this critical mo- with her snowy arm, now encouraged the Mussulmans in ment; casting a look of astonishment at the breach that Arabic, and now mocked the Christians in Castilian. On had been made, he cxclaimed—“What, the foe not routed seeing her in this attitude, the Spaniard exclaimed, “Oh here yet! I am amazed; for I had anticipated better the senseless maiden ! does she think to intimidate me, things from you young men, and also from the soldiers and yet expose; herself to the danger of being taken by under you !"
me, a tempting booty ?” “ Hark ye, hark ye!” said Fadrique and Heimbert, And as though magic wings had grown from out his galloping at the head of their division. The troops shoulders, or as if he had been mounted on Pegasus of cheered loudly, and desired to be led against the enemy. legendary lore, he began to ascend the heights with such So great was the ardour of all, that even the wounded incredible celerity, that even Alva's recent onset seemed and the dying summoned their failing strength to cry a snail's pace in comparison. In a few moments he out, “On, comrades, on!" Suddenly their mighty had gained the heights, seized hold of the maiden in leader leapt down from his horse like a shot, snatched a his arms, after having wrested spear and shield from partisan out of the stiff, cold hand of a prostrate soldier, her, whilst Zelinda clung with all the agony of and appearing at the head of both wings, said, “I will despair to a palisade. Iler cries for assistance wero share your glory. In the name of Heaven and of the Holy vain, partly because the Turks were induced by Fadrique's Virgin, forward, my fine fellows !!!
wonderful success to believe that the damsel's magic The ascent of the hill was now vigorously made, the power had become extinct, and partly because the trusty hearts of all beating with increased confidence, the field- Heimbert, who had been a spectator of his comrade's cry rose to the skies triumphantly ; several of the soldiers bold achievement, now led on both squadrons to the already began to exclaim, “Victoria! Victoria !” The charge, and thus diverted the attention of the Turks. Mussulmans staggered and fell back. Suddenly there This time the infuriated Mussulmans, paralysed by the appeared in the Turkish lines a maiden, resembling some joint influence of superstition and surprise, were totally indignant angel; she was covered with purple, gold-em- unable to withstand the heroic onset of the Christians. broidered robes, and when the Moslems beheld her, though The Spaniards and Germans, assisted by successiva they were on the point of being defeated, shouts of reinforcements of those who had been in the plain below, “Allah, il Allah !” coupled with the name of “ Zelinda! completely routed the enemy. The Mahometans set up Zelinda !” rent the air.
a hideous howl, whilst the strcam of conquest flowed ever The maiden drew from under her arm a small box, further and further, till at last the holy banner of the Gerhaving opened and breathed into which, she hurled it at man Empire, and that of the regal house of Castille, flutthe Christians. Immediately a wild din issued forth from tered in unison on the glorious battle-field before the the destructive casket, and an immense number of rock- ramparts of Tunis amid the swelling chorus of “Victoria! ets, grenades, and other messengers of death, sending Victoria !"
(To be continued.)
LITERARY REGISTER. Journal of a Few Months' Residence in Portugal, and, ber. One of their grand amusements while there was to
Glimpses of the South of Spain. 2 vols. London : go down to the beach and witness the bathing. The Moxon.
following scene is truly Portuguese : The writer of this Journal is a lady who withholds her “ The Portuguese, high and low, have great faith in the name. She is also fond of putting other people's names, efficacy of a course of sea baths, and all seem to think and even the names of places and ships, in blank, cutting there is a charm in exact numbers. The Fidalgo will on them off with a dash, as if she was anxious to throw some
no account cease from his dippings till his number, what
ever it may be, seventy or ninety, or more or less, is degree of mystery around her wanderings. However complete ; and the poor man, who may be ablo to spare much this love of the anonymous may detract from the only one day from daily labour, will compress his number value of her book, as a work of authority on the subjects
into the twenty-four hours, taking forty or fifty, or perhaps
more dips in that space of time. There is a charm in treated of, it cannot affect its claims to praise, either for days too, and the anniversary of St. Bartholomew is liveliness of style or beauty of description.
among the poorer classes the great day. This year it We learn incidentally that the authoress went to Por- fell upon a Sunday, and the concourse of people was imtugal for her health. Her impressions of that country thick as they could stand, for two or three miles. The
The shore was literally covered with bathers are certainly more agreeable than what might have been process began before five o'clock a.m., and was on this day supposed, from the ideas generally entertained in England scarcely ended at sunset. The peasants come from great of that portion of the Peninsula and its inhabitants. It distances, are dressed in their holiday attire, and strange occupies, at present, rather a prominent feature in Euro- to my English eye in our village, the Foz, this day. The
as various were the costumes that presented themselves pean politics, and this Journal of a Residence in it will massive gold chains and ear-rings of the women surprised derive some additional interest from the peculiar circum
me most; chain upon chain, the weight of which must stances in which it is placed, just at this particular time. have been oppressive to many a slender neck that I saw
thus adorned. One figure of a group that passed through There is, perhaps, no country in Europe that has been the village made even the Portuguese look round. A less visited by professional bookmakers, and fashionable lady on a fine black mule, attended by a gentleman on a tourists, for the purposes of description, and there is none very handsome black horse, and followed by two running that is so little familiar to English readers. The authoress quick jog-trot of the animals. The Senhor was dressed
footmen; and indeed they had to run to keep up with the seems to know the character of the country and of the peo- as any English gentleman might be dressed for taking a ple well, and to have rather a favourable opinion of both. ride on the Steyne at Brighton. But his Senhora ! She “The worst symptom,” she says, in her preface, with
was the wonder. Attired in a rich black silk, curiously striking truth, in the modern character of Portngal, fashioned, fitting tight to the figure, and showing off the and one, indeed, which to us at a distance, does make well-rounded waist ; on her head a large square clear the Portuguese appear ridiculous, is that everlasting civil- white muslin kerchief richly embroidered round the edge, warring on a small scale, which seems to begin without falling down the back and below the shoulders, rather a plan, to pause without a result, and after a sullen lull standing off from the shoulders, and upon this a round to be resumed witheut any definite aim. But, for these beaver lat, of a shining jet black. The crown of the hat turbulent humours, the mass of the people are far less to
was also round, with a little inclination to the sugar-loaf
The white blame than some of their upstart rulers, who, availing shape-the brim might be three inches wide. themselves of the evils of a disputed succession, have kerchief did not appear on the forehead, but came out made the instability of the throne, and the fever of the from under the hat, just behind the ears, leaving an unpublic mind, subserve their dishonest ambition, like obstructed view of a pair of magnificent gold ear-rings ; thieves to whom an earthquake or a fire is an oppor- depended as low as the waist.”
the neck was encircled by massive gold chains, one of which tunity for plunder."
The first volume, and the carly portion of the second, From the Foz, soon after their arrival, the authoress are almost exclusively devoted to Portugal. The main and a female friend, accompanied by two gentlemen, a object of the authoress in writing her journal was an ami- Galician servant and a muleteer, set out on an equestrian able one—it was the wish to assist in removing the pre- tour of the province Entre Douro e Minho, the smallest, judices entertained against the Portuguese by many, even
except Algarve, but the most fertile and most populous, of our most intelligent countrymen. She relates no per- and certainly the most interesting, province in Portugal. sonal adventures, for none of these came in her way, and They had letters of introduction to various parties in their Portugal she describes as, in general, a quiet country, route, and were every where received, due allowance beand very safe to travel in. On this point she remarks :
ing made for the difference in national customs, with “ The truth is, as I believe, that unless you lay your kindness and hospitality. At Barcellos—which the auself out for danger by some bravado, or some indiscretion thoress describes as a fine old town, with a detestable inn, of temper, or by neglect of such ordinary precautions as “ like almost all the rest in the country”. are customary and reasonable, you may, when the coun
'-one Senhor try is not overrun with civil warriors, travel in Portugal - to whom they had a letter of introduction, as securely, if not so smoothly, as you can navigate the sent them some half dozen bottles of champagne, and Thames from Vauxhall to Richmond.”
what they valued far higher, two bottles of Edinburgh The chief merit of the work, and it claims no higher, ale, the latter of which was stowed away for future seris its cloquent descriptions of scenery, and frequent illus- vice, as “ a juice far more precious in that latitude than trations of the generally amiable character of the Portu- champagne, or even than tokay." At Ponte de Lima guese. The authoress and her party landed in May 1845, they spent a day in the house of a Senhor M-, where by the Queen steamer, from Southampton, at St. John's they were well entertained, and where they heard the folda Foz, a fashionable bathing village, about three miles lowing characteristic anecdotes of Sir Charles Napier, from Oporto, where they resided till the following Novem- “the old Commodore :"
“Admiral Napier (Don Pedro's admiral--the Nelson of see in the House of Peers, the Duke of Palmella, the his cause) lodged himself in this house in the course of his Conde de Villa Real, Fonseca de Magalhaens, Conde de gallant vagaries as an amphibious warrior in the north of Lavadio, Conde de Taipa, the Marquis of Fronteira, Portugal, after his exploit at Cape St. Vincent. Senhor Costa Cabral—the then minister, expelled a few weeks Cm gave a curious account of his bluntness of deport- afterwards, and a refugee at Madrid, thence to return, ment to the astonished natives, Senhor C-called on after his partisans should have worked up another reachim here. What do you want ?' inquired the admiral. tion, to struggle up once more into the seat of power and He was lounging on the sofa in the drawing-room, smok- pence, and to maintain himself there if he can. But it is ing a cigar; he was dressed in clothes once blue, now of clear, that such men as Cabral and his brother, though no colour ; and was altogether the most slovenly-looking they may bo competent “to disturb the peace of all the of heroes.--'I enlled to pay my respects.'-Will you world,” aro far from qualified to rule it when “'tis write?'—Whatever your Excellency pleases.' The ad- wildest.” miral throws his cigar out of the window, takes a pinch of The reader is not so fortunate as to have any personal snuff
, and reflects. Write then to the Juiz da Fora, he descriptions of those celebrated personages whom the aumust feed all my men directly. Is that done?'-_Yes.'. Send it off then.'- A pinch of snuif. Write to such thoress met in her tour. Sketches of some of the distinan authority of such and such a parish or village ; he guished individuals, mentioned above, would have given must furnish three bullocks, &c. &c. ; ' and so he went additional interest to her book. At Cintra, among other on, taking pinches of snuff, and issuing his requisitions objects of interest, she visited the Marialva Palace. The The abbot and principals of a neighbouring monastery waited on him in form. They were introduced, and ranged private apartments of the present royal family of Portuthemselves in semicircle, making their bows. The ad- gal, are thus described:miral on his sofa seemed in a brown study,' till reminded by some gentleman that these visitors were persons of dis
“ We saw the private apartments of the king and queen, tinction. What do they want?'— They come to offer
most simply furnished-chintz and muslin curtains ; floors their compliments to your Excellency.' — He got up, in- covered with Portuguese matting, very pretty ; some few clined his head, and thanked them, Muito obrigado,
large and handsome china bowls, and other ornaments of muito obrigado'--much obliged, much obliged—and bowed
this kind; and baskets and boxes of carved ivory from
The apartthem out. His demeanour fiere was thought altogether India, delicate in texture and workmanship. rough and eccentric. I dare say he had neither leisure
ments of the children modest and pretty, opening nor. inclination to bandy complinents with Portuguese upon a charming old-fashioned French garden, whence gentleinen and friars, the greater part of whom, he might you see the little town, the lofty Serra, the mighty ocean, Well suspect, wished him and all Don Pedro's partisans at
and the soft undulating ground that lies between the the bottom of the Atlantic ocean, I give this report
rough rocks and the often rougher waters." without offence, I trust, just as it was made to us by The women of Portugal, according to this writer, are Senhor C- and confirmed by sereral of Senhor
not remarkable for their beauty ; in this respect, she M-'s friends. Senhor M- —was absent at the time thinks the women in the north excel those of the south. of Napier's foray; for he, too, had found it prudent to expatriate himself during the tyranny of Don Miguel, by “I have not seen,” she says, “a pretty woman since whose government every man of substance and of local we left St. Joao da Foz, and in figure and gait these influence, who did not declare himself for the king ab. Southerns are far inferior to their sisters of the North. solute,' was treated as a foe and a traitor. Senhor of their figure, to be sure, you cannot judge so well, as M-took refuge at Liverpool.”
it is generally concealed by the long dull-brown cloak, There are some very interesting descriptions of land- which is universally worn by all who can afford to purscape and forest scenery in this first portion of the chase a cloak. A square white kerchief, tied under the
chin, the corner hanging down behind, is the only cover“ Journal,” and especially of the striking and sublime ing to the head. Those who do not possess cloaks, wear mountains of Gêrez. At Braga, the authoress was much some shabby shawl, or cotton kerchief pinned over the taken with the specimens of antiquity which abound in shoulders. In Lisbon I observed a few of the long scarlet that town and the surrounding district ; and she indulges vehret. In Collares I saw a man wearing a black hat,
cloaks, trimmed and faced with a broad stripe of black in a learned and very interesting disquisition as to the the crown of which was very high and sugar-loat shaped ; Roman remains in Portugal, and the afinity that subsists but the hats most generally worn have low, round, barberbetween the Latin and Portuguese languages.
basin-like crowns, ornamented round the top with tufts of After a short stay at Oporto, the authoress proceeded
black silk or worsted.” to Lisbon, and the most remarkable “ sights” in and The authoress gives a glowing account of the amiable around that city are described with animation. Of the disposition and “tender-heartedness” of Donna Maria, Cortes she thus writes :
and represents her as having no real power. “ Yet another convent, per-verted, I have to speak of “Her sceptre may be likened to a living serpent, that that of San Bento—now the Cortes. The Commons' may glide out of her hand any day, but not without havHouse is a fine room. The President's seat is in the centre ing stung her. She is distracted by Proteus charters of one side of the room ; the members sit in front of him, and ever-changing constitutions—by liberal ministers, on benches raised one above the other, and above them, who would govern her and her people with absolute or rather behind them, for they do not sit under the sway, less, too, for the lust of power than the lust of gallery, is a gallery all round for spectators—auditors filthy lucre-by an ill-armed, ill-paid, ill-conditioned more correctly. The room appropriated to the peers is soldiery, ever ready for riot at the call of the highest small, and very common place ; the only ornament a bidder, and military chiefs, who would all be Cæsars wretched portrait of the Queen, which hangs above the over Cæsar-by a discontented pauper people, who are President's chair at the end of the room, under a crimson tired of carrying on their shoulders the quacks and decanopy. The members sit upon benches raised one above magogues who have fooled them ; a people who have the other, just, in fact, as persons sit in pews, only with trusted everybody till they will trust nobody. She is out doors, as in a modern London church. I observed the distracted between old friends and new friends, the new bench appropriated to the bishops was the last, conse- prevailing. Her husband, a Saxe-Coburg Gotha, is said quently the most elevated, though the furthest from the to be no friend to England : his adviser, a German in President. The gallery for strangers is immediately be the French interest, and his Portuguese creatureshind the bishops ; the benches run across the room ; they some of them mouthy and red-hot patriots, as they call are divided in the middle. The opposition takes the left themselves, literary, philosophical, and political — are side-the left of the President~our right, looking as we downright Afrancesados in their paltry rancour against did from the other end. We were fortunate enough to Great Britain."
It is to Great Britain, however, that Donna Maria not, flourishes “ in immortal youth ;" the amusement of high only owes her throne, but the preservation of her throne; and low, and the passion of all who have devoted themand her late conduct has shown her to be not quite en- selves to its mysteries. titled to the amiable character which the writer of this For the other book referred to, as renowned in English “Journal” has drawn of her.
literature, need we mention the venerable work of Izaak The authoress visited Cadiz, Seville (where she wit- Walton? Who has not heard of, who has not read, the nessed, to her thorough disgust, a bull-fight), Gibraltar, Complete Angler ?—that inimitable discourse, which to Malaga, Granada, Carthagena, Valencia, and Barcelona, all time will teach lessons of practical wisdom in the art on her return to England; and of these places she has of angling, well called by gentle Izaak “the contemplagiven a rapid en passant descriptive account. But we tive man's recreation.” To clerical and secular, gentle will not follow her into Spain. Her book is an interest- and simple, rich and poor, young and old, high and low, ing one, and will have its little day of popularity, to be the art recommends itself by so many natural claims, and shoved aside and forgotten as other and more recent 80 numerous are its pleasurable and health-inspiring tourists enter with their “ Journals”' on the scene, to influences, that we wonder not at its being a favourite pasbe replaced by later travellers in their turn.
time with our English and Scotch people of all classes,
or that our national literature should contain so many The Angler's Companion to the Rivers and Lochs of interesting works on the subject. In both prose and
Scotland. By Thomas Tod Stoddart. Edinburgh and verse angling is the theme of inany an enthusiastic desLondon : Blackwood and Sons, 1847.
cant. On the excitement it creates, and the feelings it A PLEASANT and right healthy recreation is angling. stirs within the breast, Mr. Stoddart, the author of the To stroll by mountain and valley, by loch and stream, volume before us, writes eloquently :with rod and tackle, line and bait ; to hook the fish, and “Hence it is,” he says, “from the very variety of land the spoil on bank of river, rivulet, mill.pond, strcam emotions which successively occupy the mind, from their or streamlet ; whether it be bold biting perch, active yet blendings and transitions, that angling derives its pleacautious dace, heavy and dull barbel, suspicious bream, thoughtful and ideal temperament; herice, poets, sculp
sures ; hence, it holds precedence as a sport with men of ugly bull-head, long-lived and cunning carp, eager chub, tors, and philosophers—the sons and worshippers of genius, gliding minnow, greedy grayling, tail-forked parr, vora- have entered, heart and hand, into its pursuit. Therecious pike, reed-haunting tench, or finest of river fish, fore it was, that Thomson, Burns, Scott, and Hogg, and the beautiful, ever-lively, sport-affording trout; is exer
in our present day, Wilson and Wordsworth exchanged
grey-goose quill and the companionship of books, for the cise delightful to the frame, and exhilarating to the spirit ; taper wand and the discourse, older than Ilomer's measufficient, as the first treatise on the subject over published sures, of streams and cataracts. Therefore it was, that in England affirms, “to cause the helthe of your body, and Paley left his meditative home, and Davy his tests and specyally of your soul !” The gentle craft! Well named, work-each and all to rejoice and renovate themselves ;
crucibles, and Chantrey his moulds, models, and chiseland well entitled to the name. To it literature owes to gather new thoughts and energies, a fresh heart and many delectable works-two in particular are renowned vigorous hand, in the exercise of that pastime which is “in song and story." Of the first-the curious tract
teeming with philosophy.” entitled the “ Treatyse of Fyshinge wyth an Angle,"
Mr. Stoddart's “Scottish Angler,” published in 1835, published by Wynkin de Worde in 1496–Dame Juliana proved him to be well acquainted with the craft “ in all Berners, prioress of a nunnery near St. Albans, is its branches," as practised in the different rivers, streams said to have been the authoress. This lady seems
and lochs of Scotland. His loch and river-side experito have been an enthusiastic admirer of the sport. ence, since that period, has been very extensive ; and he “ The angler,” she says, “atte the leest, hath his hol- may now be considered a master in the art. som walke and mery at his ease, a swete ayre of the swete sportsmen, his present volume, a goodly one of 430 sauoure of the meede floures that makyth him hungry : pages, will be an invaluable Vade Mecum. By older he hereth the melodyous armony of the fowlls, he seeth ones, it will be esteemed as a right trusty and useful the yonge swannes, heerons, duckes, cotes, and many other guide and companion. On all subjects connected with fowles, with their brodes, whych me seemyth better than the preparation for the sport, that is, the providing the alle the noyse of houndys, the blastes of hornys, and the materiel for pursuing the recreation successfully, he lays scrye of fowles, that hunters, fawkeners and foulers can down the best and most practical directions ; giving demake. And if angler take fysshe, surely thenne is scriptions of the tackle, bait, flies, &c., required, and there noo man merier than he is in his spyryte.” Here furnishing an account of the fish usually angled for is true poetry !-" He seeth the yonge swanner, "-away in the Scottish streams and lochs. In this, many inter in their mountain lakes amidst the everlasting hills, and esting notices in the natural history of the different fish, “the heerons," "and many other fowles, with their and particularly of the salmon tribe, are introduced. brodes," such as men “in populous cities pent” have With respect to the use of worms, and especially of no chance of seeing, never in all their lives, unless they natural and artificial flies, the reader will find here some too go there to look for them. Falconry is now well nigh very useful suggestions. Mr. Stoddart is an authority unknown in England; these railway times of ours are not on all such vital matters. But, in these points, erery favourable for hunting ; “the sound of the bugle horn” angler knows that the season, and the kind of flies common is no longer heard cheerily, as of yore, on the greensward; in the neighbourhood of the place fished, must greatly and the game-laws have pretty nearly brought fowling to determine the choice of bait. its doom. But ever fresh, and ever new, and ever perpe- Everything relating to river trout, and the various tuated, is the fisher's art. Untouched by time, un-mali-methods of capturing them, was comprised in his former soned by custom, and unproscribed by statute, angling treatise ; and so far as the contents of the present volume