from point to point with the air of a gallant. He revels on his pen-feathers. "Theoph. But what have we here? Cawses uncartable, and pavements unpracticable, pointed with rocky stumpy stones, and dawbed all over with dingy dirt, that makes it unpassable; and the fields, as I conceive, are ten times worse, because overspread with miry clay, and incumbered with bogs that will bury a horse. "Arn. For better for worse, we must through it, if intending to climb the southern elevations. Now at the foot of this pavement there's a small little harbour which they call Steenhive, but I take the liberty to call it stinking hive, because it's so unsavory; which serves only for pirates and pickeroons; but it bravely accommodates the Highlander for depredations. 66 Theoph. What fabrick is that peeps out of the ocean? "Arn. Donnotter-Castle, surrounded with sea, and waves for recreation dance about it: it's a house so inoculated and cemented into rocks, that a man would fancy it to swim in the ocean; and the natural strength so impregnable, supposeth the artificial but inconsiderable, whose rocky foundations, like Atlas's pillars, support the bulk of this gaudy fortress. For art and artist are but nature's substitutes; wherever therefore nature ceaseth to operate, then is the time for artist to begin his progress. But nature has finished what she had to do, and has left nothing for the artist to practise, save only to adorn the natural excellency. After this manner is that artificial embellishment, for the rock itself is the natural strength, then the castle can be but the artificial. From whence we conclude, that nature and art have formed such a fabrick for strength and beauty, that amuses and amazes every beholder. 66 Theoph. I behold and consider this invincible castle, lifted up like a cloud into the ambient air. I have also considered the gaiety of her galleries, and those ornaments that adorn her gaudy frontiers. I have also considered those opposite mountains, whose formidable aspect are no pleasing prospect to those embellished battlements, that seemingly float in the arms of the ocean." We are next brought to Dundee. Disconsolate Dundee ! Here the author is mighty in alliteration and lamentation. It is a perfect congress of D's! "Arn. Ah, poor Dundee ! torn up by the roots; and thy natives and inhabitants picked out at the port-holes. Can honour shine in such bloody sacrifices, to lick up the lives of inhabitants, as if by a studied revenge? Can nothing sweeten the conqueror's sword, but the reeking blood of orphans and innocents? Blush, O heavens, what an age is this! There was wealth enough to answer their ambitions, and probably that as soon as any thing betrayed her. Could nothing satisfy the unsatiable sword, but the life of Dundee to atone as a sacrifice? English men without mercy, are like Christians without Christianity; no moderation nor pity left, but parcelling out the lives of poor penitents in cold blood? Who must answer for this at the bar of heaven, before the judge of all the world? But he that doomed Dundee to die, is dead himself, and doomed e're this; and Dundee yet living to survive his cruelty. "Theoph. Is this Dundee ! Disconsolate Dundee, where the merciless conqueror stuck down his standard in streams of blood? "Arn. Yes, this is that unfortunate and deplorable Dundee, whose laurels were stript from the brow of her senators, to adorn the conquering tyrant's head. Here it was that every arbour flourished with a fruitful vine; and here every border was beautified with fragrant flowers. Yet her situation seems to me none of the best; for if bordering too near the brinks of the ocean proves insalubrious, or stooping too low to salute the earth, incommodes health by unwholesome vapours; then to stand elevated a pitch too high, suffocates with fumes, that equally offend and infect the air, by blotting out sanity with the sovereignty of life. "Theoph. This somewhat answers my former opinion, that neither honour nor riches, nor the ambitions of men, stand in competition with the mediocrity of health; nor is there any blessing under the sun adequate to the sovereign sanctions of sanity on this side eternity, but the radies of sanctification from the sun of righteousness. The world's a fool, and none but fools admire it: Yet not that I prophane the beautiful creation; when only censuring that fictitious and imaginary world Go on with Dundee; I overflow with pity, and could wish my reluctancy penitency enough to weep her into a religious repentance, but not with Rachel never to be comforted. Hark, Arnoldus ! in man. Don't you hear the bells? "Arn. Yes, I hear them, and what of that? Bells and bonfires are two catholick drumsticks, with which the church beats up for volunteers only to debauch them." Cooper of Fife comes next, or, rather, we come next to Cooper of Fife; and soon after our travellers embark for "the beautiful pier of Leith." Having been a little sea-sick, Arnoldus puts the following kind, but rather "flourishing" question to his friend 66 'Theoph. Will you close up the orifice of your relaxed stomach with a glass of brisk claret? So mingle some liquor with your maritime labours, and thank generous Neptune to act the part of a physician, to shave off the foreign ferment from your crude and indegestive ventricle." Leith has "flourishing ports." From Leith we come to Edinburgh-famous Edinburgh! "Arn. Welcome to these elevated ports, the princely court of famous Edinburgh. This city stands upon a mighty scopulous mountain, whose foundations are cemented with mortar and stone; where the bulk of her lofty buildings represent it a rock at a reasonable distance, fronting the approaching sun; whose elevations are seven or eight stories high, mounted aloft in the ambient air. But the length, as I take it, exceeds not one mile, and the breadth on't measures little more than half a mile; nor is there more than one fair street, to my best remembrance. But then it's large and long, and very spacious, whose ports are splendid, so are her well-built houses and palaces, corresponding very much to complete it their metropolis." Theophilus inquires very pleasantly after the Solon Goose, which is flesh in the hand, but fish in the mouth," and is therefore “quite the reverse" of goodly Dame Quickly, who was "neither fish nor flesh." Arnoldus gives a very solemn account of the goose, as though his pen were inspired to write finely of its parent. Tintaw Top," so celebrated in Scottish song, is remembered by the Captain, and a riddle connected with it is given, which we must not withhold from our readers: no explanation is offered by our trooper, and we there leave it to be" riddleme-riddle-me-ree'd by our readers." On Tintaw top thar dwells a mist; And e'en that mist thar is a kist. On Tintaw top. The travellers now rest for a night at Berwick-upon-Tweed, and "bid a farewell to Scotland." Theophilus declares his opinion to be, that "rest and refreshment are the relatives to travellers," and that without it, the day's journey had broke his heart. "Arn. Then to cement it again, what if I proceed to instruct you of all those eminent rivers and rivulets, in our passage southward, till we arrive at the beautiful streams of triumphant Trent; whose florid and fertile banks, with a majestick brow, smile on the amorous fields, and England's Elisium, the forest of Sherwood; whose shady trees, as a pavilion, shelter and solace the contemplative angler: there it is that Philomel melts the air in delightful groves; there the hills will shelter us, the rocks surround us, and the shady woods relieve and retrieve us, whilst Nottingham, that nonsuch, doth sweeten our ears with delicious concerts, and our eyes with variety of buildings, that stand in a serene and wholesome air. But their cellarage, beyond compare, is the best in England, and most commodious, and the whole town situated on a pleasant rock; where the streets are adorned with beautiful houses, the florid fields filled with aromas; and the exuberant meadows enriched with fragrant perfumes, that will ravish the angler, if when to trace and examine the gliding silver streams of famous Trent. Theoph. Rome was not built in a day, nor are my resolutions so precipitant to build without materials; for if rash results reap repentance, it's good and wholesome advice, to look before we leap; an old proverb is a good premonition, and a timely premonishment prevents a premonire. I cannot say where to settle, but am desirous my lot may fall in or near to the forest of Sherwood, that mingles her shades with the florid meadows that adorn the beautiful streams of Trent; on whose polite sands and murmuring streams, I could freely espouse my vacant hours." The bare mention of the Trent, and the rich beauty of Sherwood, intoxicate our author at once, and set his brain whirling round in a thousand phantasies. 66 Beggarly Belgrade" is mentioned next, and immediately afterward, Alnwick and Felton Bridge, "built all of stone, under which there glide most limpid streams that accommodate the angler." Newcastle, Durham, and “ Dirty Darlington," are noted; and our travellers pass on rapidly through Boroughbridge to York, and on to the skirts of Doncaster." No other mention is made of Doncaster!-But then, the grandest race-course in the world was a wilderness, and the Great St. Leger stakes were not even " in the bud." Newark appears in sight," whose flourishing fields are bathed with the slippery streams of the silver Trent, that glides along through fragrant fields, to wash the foundation of her florid meadows." The tributary streams of the Trent are carefully and boastingly set down, and our author enters into a very tiresome account of the corporation of Newark. Several places by the side of the Trent, or "hovering over it," are now passed, and we arrive at Nottingham, where every church, street, and market-place, is tenderly pointed out. Indeed, we never met in the work of any angler with a more curious morsel of description than the following. "But I forgot to tell you, that in the very centre or division of the Pavement, there stands a Bow (or a fair Port) opposite to Bridlesmith-Gate; adjoining to which is Girdle-smith-Gate; and next unto that is Peter-Gate, a derivative from the church that fronts the west angle, and directs into Hungate. But presupposing your station at the north end of Bridle-smith-Gate, immediately then you face HenCross, which in a direct line leads on to Cow-lane-Bar; but if otherwise you incline to the left, then you leave the Saturday Shambles, the Fruiterers, and the Cage on your right hand, and Peck-lane that directs to Peter's Church, on your left; but if pointing your passage towards the western angle, you then enter the Sands, and also the Sheep-Market, which is commonly kept upon Timber-hill." At this paradise of Cow Lane Bars and Saturday shambles the journey ends. And Arnoldus, having mentioned four great worthies, viz. O. P., Lord R., Col. A. S., and Alderman C., concludes his work upon angling with a meditation upon Adam, extending over eight pages, and then with a set of General Rules" for fish and fishing;" wherein every fish is separately treated, and treated too with spirit and ingenuity. The flounder was never better cooked by a pen-cook.-Let Dr. Kitchener look to it! "The flounder is a fish that bites before any man's face, not dreading the aspect of an invader. It's true, he's a fish that's as bold as a buccaneer; of much more confidence than caution, yet nothing more curious; one that loves good meat, and is good meat himself; whose appetite is open as early as his eyes, and contemplates day before sun-rise, frequently busying himself about breakfast, half an hour sometimes before break of day; and delights, I must tell you, to dwell among stones, so does he among stakes and gravelly bottoms; besides he's a great admirer of deeps and ruinous decays, yet as fond as any fish of moderate streams, and none beyond him, except the perch, that is more solicitous to rifle into ruins; insomuch that a man would fancy him an antiquary, when to consider him so affected with relics, yet of that undaunted courage, that he dares to feed before any man's face, provided there be but water enough to cover him, though not to conceal him. Moreover, he adheres so close to the bottom, that a man would think him inoculated to it, or at least an inmate in another element. "For that end let us consider the flounder a resolute fish, and one that struggles stoutly for a victory with the angler, and is more than ordinarily difficult to deal with, by reason of his build, which is altogether flat as it were a level; so that if it happen your tackle be fine, and the bottom, as it sometimes falls out, to be foul, you run the risk of your adventure and artillery. Now some folks, beyond measure, admire this fish, because opinionated he is so nutricious; and truly he's good food, which makes him so desirable, though seldom or rarely not over-cautious to come by, if the angler be industrious but to bring him a bait that he likes, and that is but reasonable. Present him with a lob-worm, he'll retaliate your courtesy; or in exchange, a depurated dew-worm, he'll not be ungrateful, for he loves variety of all sorts of worms, the tag or tagil, besides bradlins and gild-tails, which will at any time intice him to die for what he loves; for you must know he's a fish so fond of a worm, that he'll go to the banquet though he die at the board." Such is the rambling work of Captain Richard Franck, Philanthropus!-Prejudiced he is, for he lived in a ripe time of prejudice; but with all the faults of an evil style, obstinate antipathies, and disordered fancies, he has written a book full of amusement to the traveller, the soldier, and the fisherman. Our readers cannot fail to be struck with the hasty and careless mention of places throughout the volume, which, since the time of Franck, have, through the poet or the soldier, become |