“Me thinks I see Charles Cotton, and his friend, The modest Walton, from Augusta’s town, Enter the Fishing-house an hour to spend, And by the marble table set them down. “‘Boy, bring me in the jug of Derby Ale, My best tobacco, and my smoking tray;’ The boy, obedient, brings the rich regale, And each assumes his pipe of polished clay. * * * * * “Now cloud on cloud pervades the fishers’ room, The Moreland Ale rich sparkles to the sight; They draw fresh wisdom from the circling gloom, And deal a converse pregnant with delight. * * * * * “Me thinks I see them with the mental eye, I hear their lessons with attentive ear, Of early fishing with the summer fly, And many a pleasing tale to Anglers dear.” The Fishing-house of Charles Cotton, where Walton visited and where Piscator and Viator communed, stood “in a kind of peninsula,” as Cotton describes it, “with a delicate clear river about it;” this “little house” was on the river Dove in Staffordshire: over the arched door were the words “Piscatoribus Sacrum” and on the Key-stone the Cypher of Cotton and Walton. In 1835 this venerable and historic building was restored to nearly the same state as when originally built, by its owner, the Marquis of Beresford. The will of Walton is deposited in the great registry of English wills at Somerset House, London, and may there be seen by the visitor. An exact copy recently taken from the original is here given, word for word: