Walton died at the house of his son-in-law, Dr. Hawkins, at Winchester. 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 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 the neighbouring stream."
PRAISE OF ALE.
Dr. Still, though Bishop of Bath and Wells, seems not to have been over fond of water; for thus he sings:—
| "A stoup of ale, then, cannot fail, |
| To cheer both heart and soul; |
| It hath a charm, and without harm |
| Can make a lame man whole. |
| For he who thinks, and water drinks, |
| Is never worth a dump: |
| Then fill your cup, and drink it up, |
| May he be made a pump." |
DANGEROUS FOOLS.
Sydney Smith writes:—If men are to be fools, it were better that they were fools in little matters than in great; dulness, turned up with temerity, is a livery all the worse for the facings; and the most tremendous of all things is a magnanimous dunce.