2 And by the brook's side as we And by the brook's side as we And by the brook's side as we angle a long, We'll cheer up ourselves with our sport and a song, We'll angle along, We'll cheer up ourselves with our sport and a song, We'll angle a-long, We'll cheer up ourselves with our sport and a song, We'll 3 happy than they That sit upon thrones, and kingdoms do sway, That happy than they That sit up-on thrones, and kingdoms do sway, That sceptres and crowns dis quiet still bring, But a man that's con tent is more 4 f blest than a king. But a man that's content is more blest than a king, than a D blest than a king, But a man that's content is more blest than a king, than a blest than a king, But a man that's content is more blest than a king, than a king, than a king, is more blest than a king, But a man that's content is more king, than a king, is more blest than a king, But a man that's content is more king, than a king, is more blest than a king, But a man that's content is more Walton's death took place in the house of his son-in-law, Dr. Hawkins, at Winchester, in the ninetieth year of his age. He was buried in Winchester Cathedral, in the south aisle, called Prior Silkstead's Chapel. A large black marble slab is placed over his remains, and, to use the poetical language of the amiable Mr. Bowles, "the morning sunshine falls directly on it, reminding the contemplative man of the mornings, when he was for so many years up and abroad, with his angle on the banks of his favourite stream." We went some distance out of our way, in pure love and admiration of Walton's memory, to pay a visit to his grave, and were grieved to see that the slab, which covers the remains of "our good father," was constantly trodden upon by unhallowed feet. They were not those of anglers. We left a small sum of money in the hands of the verger, with a request that he would do his best to prevent such profanation in future. May all worthy anglers, and especially my kind friends of the Walton Club, endeavour to follow the example of the good Piscator. Whether plying their rods on the banks of a stream, or pursuing their ordinary avocations, they will find, as he did, "the sweet contentment," the calm delight, of living a virtuous and religious life. F Waked by his warmer ray, the reptile young Come wing'd abroad. From ev'ry chink And secret corner, where they slept away The wint❜ry storms; or rising from their tombs THOMSON. I HAVE had a part of the dead branch of an oak tree sent to me, found in Windsor Great Park, on which the Caterpillar of the puss-moth (Bombyx vinula) has constructed the outer case of its cocoon, or rather a very ingenious covering and protection to it. This case has been formed to resemble the bark of the oak so completely, that it is almost impossible to distinguish it from that substance. Indeed so complete was the deception, that until I shook the piece of branch, and heard the rattle of the cocoon in the outer case, I should not have discovered it. It is difficult to conceive the possibility of a caterpillar producing this imitative covering, which is quite as hard as any part of the bark of an oak, and also of fixing upon it a small piece of moss to assist the deception. That the barky and mossy substances have been eaten off by the insect, and then reproduced in their present form, cannot admit of a doubt. But as this case must have been made by the ope |