30 AUGUST 1940, Page 10

IZAAK WALTON

THAT lucent, dewy, crystal prose— Oh, what a priceless dish Whereon—a feast fqr tongue, eye, nose, Beyond the gourmet's wish— To serve, with tongue of nightingale, Not manna soused in hydromel, Garnished with moly and asphodel, But Fish! WALTER ns LA 11LutE•