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 comes

taste a little fresh air. Why, those are the jaws of a very shark! Let him go, quick! He dashes about gallantly, but will soon be tired of so much racing. Home again, sir. Mind, when he leaps, lower your colors to his excellency, or he'll break all away; and -a clean jump out o' water!-there's his first and last appearance in the pirouette:

gently now-wash out that gristly mouth with copious draughts of its treacherous native element, and drown a very fish. His struggles are fainter and fewer, now for the net, boy-quick!-mind the line-and-safe on terra firma.

But the morning gets too bright for this 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-morwelcome, thou magnificent pike! A fifteen row, as the May-fly will still be on the wapounder, or that aching arm tells falsely. ter, we may ask your worship's company to How he claps his formidable jaws together, the seven streams, and throw the barbed like two curry-combs, and furiously wrig- feather for a trout: meantime, to count our gles on the ground, as an eel, to run at us! violet-scented spoils, (-there are ten brace

Oh, thou tyrant of the little fish, thou Sat-
urn 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 assur-
edly 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 gen-
tle 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.

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."

worms.

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 caoutchouc boots aforesaid, appeared a bait-bag full of clean moss, and convoluted lobFor once our sagacious friend had erred; we were not to-day going to be guilty of impaling denizens of the dunghill: a sport cleaner, nobler, and more innocent than even that of the quiet augler, had been by us concerted for a pleasant holiday pastime: in fact, friends, you were promised a day's fly-fishing, and here it is.

Hollo! where's my float?-and my reel's ran out, and the rod pulled half into the water! This comes of poetizing, you see, and all such nonsense, when one should be merely a fisher. But, dear Nature, we Waltoners do love thee so, and truly thy soul is poetry, that sooner had been lost a dozen fish than that dewy canzonet. Natheless, with 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

Dame Juliana Berners, in y Boke off St. Albans, enprented by Wynkyn de Worde, says, with her quaint phrase, not more prethereth y melodyous armony of fowles; he what strange figure can this be, stalking seeth the yonge swanne, heerons, duckes, solemnly towards us?-d'ye see him?cotes, and many other fowlys, wyth their there-the mighty man in armor, with brodes; whych me seemyth better than greaves on his legs, and a high-plumed helm, alle y noyse of houndys, y blastes of and sword, and shield, and eagle-standard? hornys, and y scrie of foulis, that hunters Probably my horror-stricken friends thought

walke," but take you roundabouts as pretty emptyairs of Banquo and "my royal father."

Yes, and it's my turn now for luck, broth er; 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 person goes into a consumption he becomes invested with value-as a patient to the medical practitioner.

CAPITAL.

That must do to-day, at least for sonneteering; at yet, candid reader, credit me, much of your pleasure in such contemplative 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 which is used by men in their different octackle, begins faintly to show his broadside cupations. Thus a man who writes a to the sun, the triumphant lifting of the farce, though it be very bad, still, when land-net, your bending-rod's welcome aid, - finished, he generally thinks he has a right the beauteous, many-colored captive, -the to call it capital. An author who publishes calm, sun-steeped, smiling country, -the a novel may consider it capital; though cagurgling music of running waters, and your pital of this kind very often carries with it own elastic health, uncareful heart, and bo- no interest. som full of hopes so innocent as these, oh, friend and fellow mine, how much of dormant poetry is here! Go with some course-grained common fisherman, poach

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 mammoniz. ing 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 Didot, Freres, a complete edition of the discourses of M. Danou, from 1819 to 1,0, of which only fragments have as yet found 3r way to the public. His researches into annt histories have ever been held in the highest imation by scholars of all countries.

CHANGES OF CAPITAL.

Capital is incessantly undergoing change, and political economy of this kind is daily illustrated at the foot of Waterloo Bridge, where, if you tender a penny, change will be given you. Some persons carry their love of political economy so far as to tender bad silver, and the change is capital for them, but not for the parties giving it. Capital may sometimes be subjected to such changes that it is wholly lost sight of, as when it is invested in theatrical speculations or joint stock companies.

ΜΟΝΕΥ.

Money is a part of capital, but only a small part, though Sir E. L. Bulwer's 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 circulating capital we can give no better idea than Punch, which every body allows to be capital, and which circulated amazingly.

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.

THESE are in every way remarkable volumes, whether regarded as illustrative of the character of the writer, or of the ten

shafts of his kindly satire from the quiver of the sage Cid Hamet Benengeli; Swift launches his more envenomed arrows from behind the broad back of Captain Lemuel Gulliver; and Sir Walter Scott often lingers over the Clutterbucks, Dryasdusts, Tintos, 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 These fantastic creations, in a case like and mental powers implied in their compo- the present, serve a double purpose. They sition-where qualities which are generally give a unity to detached thoughts and scatdeemed incompatible are found to be united tered views, and awaken a kind of personal in harmony-or to the strong feeling of the interest on the part of the reader; who, alinfluence which this combination, express- though he may have little difficulty in deing itself in forms of such originality and tecting the incongruity of some of the traits power as to arrest the attention of literary introduced, and easily perceives that the men, and at the same time, to appeal to the portrait is not intended to be received as a

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.

The Essays which are collected in these volumes, and which originally appeared in a scattered form in Blackwood's Magazine, are now united by a slender tie. They are announced as "The Recreations of Christo

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 intentional caricature, much of the real mind and peculiar character of the writer: while the author himself thus obtains the means of giving expression to many things which he might have otherwise hesitated to utter with

pher North." We need say little, we pre-out such a mouthpiece. Nor need the mask

sume, of the imaginary personage who claims their authorship, except that, notwithstanding the palpably incongruous assemblage of qualities with which he is invested, such are the vivacity and picturque truth with which his sayings and doings have been here depicted, that few creatures of the imagination have succeeded in impressing their image on the public with more distinctness of portraiture, or a stronger sense of reality. Few indeed find any difficulty in calling up before the mind's eye, with nearly the same vividness as that of an ordinary acquaintance, the image of this venerable eidolon-who unites the fire of youth with the wisdom of age, retains an equal interest in poetry, philosophy, pugilism, and political economy-in short, in all the ongoings of the world around him, in which either matter or spirit have a part; andwho 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

for this purpose be a very close one. As Aristophanes could venture, in the wildest days of Athenian democracy, to personate and ridicule upon the stage the demagogue of the day, with merely the thin disguise of a painted face, so a few whimsical and grotesque exaggerations superinduced upon the true features of the character, are, by a kind of tacit understanding between the author and the public, held sufficient to perplex the question of identity- to take from the imaginary representative all inconvenient resemblance to his prototype; and to entitle his caprices to that immunity which is conventionally accorded to the sallies of a masquerade. With these convenient phantasms, too, the writer can play as he pleases; bringing them prominently forward, or banishing them into the background, as occasion requires. In the present case, where some 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