Pearch, Trout, and Salmon love clean waters all,
Green weedy roots, and stony gravel small.

So doth the Bulhead, Gudgion, and the Loch,
Who most in shallow brooks delight to be;
The Ruffe, the Dace, the Barbell, and the Roch,
Gravell and sand do love in lesse degree,
But to the deep and shade do more approach,
And over head some covert love to see

Of spreading poplar, oake, or willow green,
Where underneath they lurke for being seene.

The mighty Luce great waters haunts alway,
And in the stillest place thereof doth lie,
Save when he rangeth forth to seek his prey,
And swift among the fearful fish do flie;
The dainty Humber loves the marley clay,
And clearest streams of champion country nigh.
And in the chiefest pooles thereof doth rest,
Where he is soonest found, and taken best.

The Cavender amidst the waters faire,
In swiftest streams doth most himself bestowe,
The Shad and Tweat do rather like the laire
Of brackish waves, where it doth ebb and flow,
And thither also doth the Flock repaire,

And flat upon the bottome lieth low.

The Peele, the Mullet, and the Suants good
Do like the same, and therein seek their food.

But here experience doth my skill exceed,
Since divers countries divers rivers have,
And divers rivers change of waters breed,
And change of waters sundry fish do crave,
And sundry fish in divers places feed,
As best doth like them in the liquid wave.

So

So that by use and practice may be known,
More than by art or skill can well be shown.

So then it shall be needlesse to declare
What sundry kinds there lie in secret store,
And where they do resort, and what they are,
That be still discovered more and more;

may

Let him that list no pain nor trouble spare
To seek them out as I have done before,

And then it shall not discontent his minde
How choice of place and change of game to finde.

This curious tract has been ascribed to the pen of the celebrated Dr. Donne. See Sir John Hawkins's edition of Walton's Complete Angler, 1775. p. 153, note. At the end of this volume is a sort of Appendix, having the signature of R. R. This Sir John supposes to mean R. Roe. It should seem, that scarce as it really is, there were two editions of this work.

RICHARD BARNFIELD.

THIS old English Poet is slightly mentioned by Ritson, in his Catalogue of English Poets, and somewhat more at length by Mr. Bridges, in his improved edition of Philips's Theatrum Poetarum. Mr. Ellis had probably not seen any of his perform

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Plus esitare dum paro,
En cerno forte araneum,
Nigerrimum, fœdissimum
Inter placentas: proh scelus
Glutiverim an quicquam illius
Sum nescius, sed hoc scio,
Lautos cibos et pemmata
Quandoque habere tristia,
Et condimenta noxia.

DE SKELTONO VATE ET SACERDOTE.

Skeltonus gravidam reddebat forte puellam,
Insigni forma quæ peperit puerum.
Illico multorum fama hæc pervenit ad aures
Esse patrem nato sacrificum puero.
Skeltonum facti non pœnitet, aut pudet; ædes
Ad sacras festo sed venit ipse die;
Pulpita conscendit, facturus verba popello,
Inque hæc prorupit dicta vir ille bonus:
Quid vos, oh scurræ, capit admiratio tanta?
Non sunt eunuchi, credite, sacrifici.
O stolidi, vitulum num me genuisse putatis.
Non genui vitulum, sed lepidum puerum.
Sique meis verbis non creditis, en puer, inquit,
Atque e suggesto protulit ac abijt.

The above humourous anecdote is also related in Skelton's Jests, a book so very scarce, that I never heard of but one copy, which is in the possession of Mr. Heber.

This copy of Parkhurst, in the possession of Mr. Douce, was given by the author to "Thomas Buttes," who has written in it the following curious Acrostic on his own name :

T-he longer lyfe that man on earth enjoyes,
H-is God so much the more hee dooth offende;
O-ffending God, no doubt, mannes soule destroyes;
M-annes soule destroyed, his torments have no ende,
A-nd endles torments sinners must endure,

S-ith synne Gods wrath agaynst us doth procure.

B-eware, therefore, O wretched sinfull Wight
U-se well thy toongue, doo well, think not amysse;
T-o God praye thou to guyde thee by his spright,
T-hat thou mayest treade the path of perfect blisse.
E-mbrace thou Christe, by faythe and fervent love,
S-o shalt thou reyne with hym in heaven above.

Thomas Buttes

havyng the first letter of everie lyne begynnyng with a letter of his name.

The reader who wishes for farther particulars of Parkhurst and his book, may consult

Herbert's Ames, vol. 1. p. 656.

Warton's History of English Poetry, vol. III.

p. 432.

Wood's Athenæ Oxonienses, vol. 1. p. 179. Parkhurst's work is also quoted in Boys's tenth Sermon after Trinity, p. 447.

ROWLANDE

:

ROWLANDE BROUGHTON.

THIS personage adds another name to the Catalogue of English Poets. I do not find him any where mentioned, and yet he was the author of other productions than this about to be described. At least it may be so presumed from the following stanza in the commencement of this poem.

What hath bewitched late thy powers,

Whiche thou wast wont to use,

Or where is now becom the fruite

Of thy acquainted muse.

I give the title

page of this poem.

"A BRIEFE DISCOURSE OF THE LYFE AND DEATH OF THE LATE RIGHT HIGH AND HONORABLE SIR WILLIAM PAWLET, Knight, Lord Saint John, Erle of Wilshire, Marques of Winchester, Knight of the honorable Order of the Garter, one of the Queenes Majesties Privie Counsel, and Lorde Highe Treasurer of Englande.

Which deceased the tenth day of Marche, Anno 1571, and was buried at Basing the 28 day of Aprill.

Auno. MDLXXII.

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