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A40385	Northern memoirs, calculated for the meridian of Scotland wherein most or all of the cities, citadels, seaports, castles, forts, fortresses, rivers and rivulets are compendiously described : together with choice collections of various discoveries, remarkable observations, theological notions ... : to which is added the contemplative & practical angler ... / writ in the year 1658, but not till now made publick, by Richard Franck ...	Franck, Richard, 1624?-1708.	1694 (1694)	Wing F2064; ESTC R20592	173,699	348

very surprizing when but to consider him in a Natural State and compare him with the Excellency of Celestial Beings Arnold What observe you from thence Theoph. I observe him complicated and compounded of Elements and Elements of themselves they drop in sunder Arnold But what if you take him translated into a State of Grace and Regeneration Theoph. Why then I 'll grant the first Death is past and the second Death shall have no power to hurt him Arnold So far you 'll grant him to excel all created Beings Theoph. Yes But not as he stands in a Natural State Arnold Do but consider him a living Monument of Praise inrich'd with all the Endowments of natural Perfection besides those eminent Qualifications of Piety which intitle him Excellent and confirm him a Creature adorn'd with all the signal Marks and shining Characters of this stupendous Creation Theoph. Why so Arnold And why not so Does not the Lion and the Leopard with the Tiger Wolf Panther and Vulture pay their Veneration to him Does not his very Aspect confound the Crocadile and with one superficial Glance of his Eye he mortifies the Basilick Consider the Composure of his Face and Features together with the delicate Frame and his well-compos'd Fabrick of Body Do not these present him a Composition of Majesty Surely it does for all the Creatures honour and adore him which demonstrates him a Monarch and of such a Princely Soveraignty that the whole Creation pay their Services to him Theoph. You wilfully misinterpret me or prevaricate your own Judgment by taking wrong Measures That Dignity and Vertue you sum up that formerly shin'd as a Ray about him is now become a Cloud a promiscuous Cloud to obscure him Arnold How can I mistake my self when to consider him in a most eminent State and such a Capacity of Beauty and Excellency that the maz'd World think him more than a Monarch Theoph. They may think what they will of his Primitive State but convinc'd by Experience he is not so now It 's true the time was when all the Creatures with a solid Submission humbled themselves before him but that was then in his State of Innocency in Eden's fair Fields before Transgression before he unhappily found out the Art of Sinning then and there it was they paid their Veneration but do they so now We experience to the contrary for the Beauty and Majesty of that glorious Image was so macerated and torn by the Talons of Sin that it has grown up since to a Flood to deluge Posterity This Act of Disobedience divested our Protoplast and influenced his Successors so that every Generation since Adam has laboured under the same Predicament for that dethron'd Adam in Paradise disinherited us and Adam's Posterity there it was Man lost his Prerogative and here it is Sin makes us less than Men. Arnold Can one single Act in our Protoplast so vacate the Royal Grant of Prerogative to enervate the Conduct of succeeding Generations Surely no. The glorious Act of Government shines universally in Man and will so to the succeeding Generations The whole Creation was placed in a Posture of Servitude to Adam as he himself stood a Subject in Obedience to his Creator So that if I rightly understand Creational Work the great End was to discover hidden things and manifest Idea's with the Consequent of Production of their various Species So that under Submission I may as rationally conclude that the Creatures in the Creation have now as then a natural Right to bend their Submissions to Man's Princely Soveraignty Theoph. I very much doubt it for no sooner Adam lost his Prerogative but he he felt a Trepedation invade all his Vitals and his Soul began to blush within him because afrighted with the Aspect of Sin that at a distance presented him the Picture of Death now the same Death that strangled him strangles all his Posterity Thus it was when Adam lost his Government and thus it is with us when governing imprudently for till then the Creation was unacquainted with Disguise nor till then did the Creature relinquish his Authority till he relinquished his Primitive Simplicity Arnold What happened then Theoph. There happened a Change in all the Creatures because they perceived a Change in their Conduct where note ever since that general Revolt the Creatures have been cautious to repose a Trust under mortal Protection because destitute of Power to govern himself Arnold Will you deny Man a Soveraign Power and Divine Right to intitle himself Universal Monarch Theoph. That 's not the Point in Dispute I have already granted that Adam's Divine Graces sprung spontaneously from the refulgent Ray of the Majesty of God But what is that to us Can we restrain our Hands from Blood and our Hearts from Malice and precogitated Sin Now every Man knows the Reward of Sin is not Death simply but Divine Justice and Divine Justice bars out all the Footsteps of Mercy Arnold That 's undeniable however I 'm convinc'd that could we but govern our own Irregularities our Passions our Ambitions and exorbitant Desires we should shine like Stars among Men and seem in some sort almost immortal Theoph. That word almost was well put in but to the Argument as to Point of Government if unlike Christians we govern our selves we tacitly slide into the Inconveniency of Slaves and such we may suspect our selves to be because to sink under the weight of every single Temptation by which means we sully all those excellent Privileges that adorned our Protoplast in his Primitive State Arnold What State then must we call this a State of Apostacy Theoph. You may call it what you please for every Man is in a State good or bad but worst of all is that State that lifts up its Hand to rebel against Heaven Such were the Giants in the days of old and such are we now because overgrown in Sin How often have we violated the Authority of our Commission and how often have infring'd the Liberties of the Creation Now in the Primitive State there were no such Proceeds for then the Creatures flew as naturally to Adam's Hand as terrified now they fly from ours The Turtle then was heard in every Grove now they coo no where except in Aviaries all the Families of Birds then fill'd the Air now they are compell'd to whistle in Cages then they exprest their Gratitude with Demonstrations of Joy now they lament their Destiny because doomed to die This was the Golden Age our Ancestors liv'd in but it 's the Iron Age we live in now For Innocency in effect is almost lost and it 's well if we lose not our selves Arnold However I cannot yield to this Conclusion that Adam's Commands were so torn and macerated that surviving Posterity should neglect their Obedience For if when to consider how many Generations have travelled through the Map of Time from our Ancestors to us and Time you know informs us of Experience How rational is it then to

Dews to moisten the florid marly Banks and tinged as you may see with a Rubido they strike a vivid Tincture into the flourishing Streams and thus the Complexion of the Water was changed once upon a Time when I fished those Streams where the Trouts to divert me and augment my Entertainment came ashore to court me and courteous beyond curiosity laid their Lives in my Hand Th. Then they gave you handsel I perceive but this is some Aenigma pray explain it Ar. It 's no more an Aenigma than a Trout is a Trout for you must suppose him an active Fish who no sooner finds himself intangled but he plunges and breaks the Surface of the Streams thinking thereby to disintangle himself and reprieve himself from the danger of Death that already has laid an Arrest upon him Thus by picking and casting he casts his Life away so swims ashore to hear the Angler's Doom in whose Breast lies the Sentence of Life and Death On a certain solitary and gloomy Day the Face of the Firmament was sullied with Clouds that roll'd to and fro but did not melt I remember I armed with a glittering Fly the Body composed of red twisted Silk intermingled with Silver and an Eye of Gold the Water in temper as you now observe it but the wing of my Fly was the dapple Feather of a Teal the Day as prenoted promiscuous and gloomy and the Clouds as I told you stained with blackness but no noise of Thunder disturb'd the Air nor was there any Symptom or appearance of Rain save only some sprinkling scattering Drops that trickled down the marly Banks and moistned the Cheeks of the craggy Rocks so amalgamizing the mollified Earth with Water to my Observation invited the Fish from their Habitations insomuch that the Streams were not Charms strong enough to contain them for in Frolicks as I apprehended they made haste to meet me and that was as much as to complement Death but the Landing I confess was difficult enough by reason of Distance and the hazardous Passages I frequently encountred because of Rocks which with difficulty I evaded But that I need not recount when only designing to recite the executive Part of Angling in order to which my ensuing Discourse will instruct you in the Art and in the mystical Intrigues of the Angler also Th. Ingenious Instructions will signalize the Art easy and impregnate the Artist Let the Luxurious furfieit with the Sins of the Age I 'le trace the Angler's Footsteps and pursue this inoffensive Life and silver Streams to propagate and cultivate the Art so compleat my self an Artist in this mystical Artillery for I can raise my Ambition no higher than the Device Fashion and Form of Flies with Advice also for their management together with seasonable Time and Use. Ar. That was my Intention had you never mentioned it but were it to another I should rather refer him to our modern Assertors For indeed the frequent exercise of Fly-fishing though painful yet it 's delightful more especially when managed by the Methods of Art and the practical Rules and Mediums of Artists But the Ground-bait was of old the general Practice and beyond dispute brought considerable Profit which hapned in those Days when the Curiosity of Fly-fishing was intricate and unpracticable However Isaac Walton late Author of the Compleat Angler has imposed upon the World this monthly Novelty which he understood not himself but stuffs his Book with Morals from Dubravius and others not giving us one Precedent of his own practical Experiments except otherwise where he prefers the Trencher before the Troling-rod who lays the stress of his Arguments upon other Mens Observations wherewith he stuffs his indigested Octavo so brings himself under the Angler's Censure and the common Calamity of a Plagiary to be pitied poor Man for his loss of Time in scribling and transcribing other Mens Notions These are the Drones that rob the Hive yet flatter the Bees they bring them Honey Th. I remember the Book but you inculcate his Erratas however it may pass Muster among common Mudlers Ar. No I think not for I remember in Stafford I urged his own Argument upon him that Pickerel weed of it self breeds Pickerel Which Question was no sooner stated but he transmits himself to his Authority viz. Gesner Dubravius and Androvanus Which I readily opposed and offered my reasons to prove the contrary asserting that Pickerels have been fished out of Pools and Ponds where that Weed for ought I knew never grew since the Nonage of Time nor Pickerel ever known to have shed their Spawn there This I propounded from a rational Conjecture of the Heronshaw who to commode her self with the Fry of Fish because in a great measure part of her Maintenance probably might lap some Spawn about her Legs in regard adhering to the Segs and Bull-rushes near the Shallows where the Fish shed their Spawn as my self and others without curiosity have observed And this slimy Substance adhering to her Legs c. and she mounting the Air for another Station in probability mounts with her Where note the next Pond she happily arrives at possibly she may leave the Spawn behind her which my Compleat Angler no sooner deliberated but drop'd his Argument and leaves Gesner to defend it so huff'd away which rendred him rather a formal Opinionist than a reform'd and practical Artist because to celebrate such antiquated Records whereby to maintain such an improbable Assertion Th. This was to the Point I confess pray go on Ar. In his Book intituled the Compleat Angler you may read there of various and diversified Colours as also the Forms and Proportions of Flies Where poor Man he perplexes himself to rally and scrape together such a parcel of Fragments which he fancies Arguments convincing enough to instruct the Adult and Minority of Youth into the slender Margin of his uncultivated Art never made practicable by himself I 'm convinc'd Where note the true Character of an industrious Angler more deservedly falls upon Merril and Faulkner or rather upon Isaac Owldham a Man that fish'd Salmon but with three Hairs at Hook whose Collections and Experiments were lost with himself Th. That was pity Ar. So it was but to thee Theophilus so well improved if Salmon or Trout be your Recreation remember always to carry your Dubbing-Bag about you wherein there ought to be Silks of all sorts Threads Thrums Moccado-ends and Cruels of all sizes and variety of Colours diversified and stained Wool with Dogs and Bears Hair besides twisted fine Threads of Gold and Silver with Feathers from the Capon Partridg Peacock Pheasant Mallard Smith Teal Snite Parrot Heronshaw Paraketta Bittern Hobby Phlimingo or Indian-flush but the Mockaw without exception gives flames of Life to the Hackle Thus arm'd at all Points with Rods Rush-grown Hooks well temper'd and Lines well tapered you may practise where you please in any River in Scotland provided always the Season be sutable And forget not be sure

Hell Can no bounds be put to luxurious Ambition nor any Limit to the impudent Impostor who has not considered the Body sometimes diseased and how Death stands ready to blot out the Character of Life so that if ill Symptoms but happen to invade us the Grave immediately stands gaping to devour us Nor can our Limbs any sooner be touched with the Cold and icie Finger of Death but our vital Fires begin all to extinguish and the glorious shining Sparks of Life look languid and dim and so by degrees lose their sparkling Lustre Then it is that the natural Artifice of Men and Means suddenly forsake us and the secret Subtilties of our deceitful Hearts basely and cowardly renounce and desert us And then it is that our truckling Faith prostrates a false Heart on the cold and frozen Altar of Despair which formerly was the common Factorage and Receptable of impure Flames where we used to offer up adulterated Sacrifices with impious Adorations as the Athenians did to unknown Gods prophetically Prognosticating our merited Destruction So that now in a Clod or lump of Clay the lustre of Life is silently sealed up and secretly conveyed to the Sepulchres of Death and because translated from the beauteous Creation is made to cease from a natural State and embrace Corruption and the putrid Grave in eternal silence where we shall never see Light nor Day any more nor with Sorrow or Reluctancy look back upon the anguish and anxiety of those we formerly persecuted by unjust Sentences when as Judges we sat and perverted Judgment yet would seem to appear as Angels of Light But strip'd and stark naked the World now inspects us and all those Graces that naturally adorn'd us discover themselves but personal Deformities So that Disease finds as little difficulty to attempt us as Death to encounter and overcome us For have not our sensual Guards all declin'd us and the Arguments of Sense and Reason revolted from us Every Instrument and Organ has reclaim'd its natural Function whereby we perceive our selves deserted by the active shining Motions of Life and doom'd to Death by the Law of Sin we subscribe to the fatal Decrees of Mortality O fatal flattering Impiety where 's all those specious Pretences of Purity that link'd and intail'd our suborn'd Inclinations to the gaudy Temptations of luxurious Honour What if every Man had the Wealth of a Monarch and as great as Alexander in Empire and Dominion and suppose his Domesticks as numerous as the World yet Death would arrest him and send him Summons to appear before Heaven's high Tribunal where he must answer for himself and not another for him whilst Conscience as a bold and daring Accuser will accuse him for the Deeds done here in the Body So that as our Work was here upon Earth such also will be our Reward in Heaven But how sad will it be when to behold the Portals of the New Ierusalem firmly bolted and barrocaded against us when to hear the dreadful and irrevocable Sentence of eternal Excommunication pass upon us to be utterly secluded Society with the Saints and denied Community with the blessed Angels that perpetually triumph with Seraphick Hallelujahs as the Seraphims and Cherubims with heavenly Ejaculations whilst we are made to grope in Darkness unutterable and to lament there the Impiety of Life and debar'd Repentance after Death because to reject it when proffred unto us for in the Grave there 's no Contrition nor after Judgment is there any Revocation This is a sad and deplorable Sentence beyond the reach of Sorrow to contemplate for if but to consider the Janglings in Hell and the murmuring Complaints of the Damned in Torments that belch out Blasphemies to confirm their Impieties and by spiritual Pride prophane the Beauty of Holiness and would if possible corrupt the Creation prostituting to Idols and the Ides of Time and as much as in them lies pervert and poison the Sacred Oracles of Judgment and Justice But what Tongue can express the glorious Raptures and beatifical Visions the Saints enjoy with the Seraphick Harmony of the blessed Hierarchy whilst Penitents pass by the Gates of Hell to the heavenly triumphant Joys of Eternity O what Love so convincing and stupendously manifest as a Saviour to die for unregenerate Sinners to affix himself to the Cross of Death to fasten our Souls to Eternal Life to load his Body with the Burden of Sin to purchase for Sinners the Seal of Redemption This is that great and sublime Elixir that transmutes our Nature into Divinity Time into Eternity and our Souls into Himself from which supereminent Heavenly State there 's no relaxation but an intire Unity and Community with God for ever and ever to all Eternity For as Light is inseparable from it self nor can Darkness co-mingle or incorporate with it such is the Soul that is truly sanctified and sprinkled with the Blood of this Miracle of Mercy that never for the future can be separated from its Saviour but as Sin hates the Light because the Light discovers its Darkness so Light because it 's the Standard of Truth not only discovers but dissipates the Darkness The Lamb of God is the Light of the World that for ever shines and for ever frees the penitent Soul from the Shades of Darkness How great therefore must that Light be that enlightneth the World and every Man that cometh into the World Now the true State of Felicity is only attainable by Faith in Christ and Faith directs to the Portals of Humility Humility to Piety and Piety leads on to the Duties of Charity by a religious resignation of our inglorious Will to the Glory of his Will that bore our Burden of Sin on the Cross. Here let us sigh down if possible the Sins of the Age as Christ by the virtue of his pure Divinity depress'd those Mountains of Sin in the World then in obedience to this great Example let us cruciate our selves the better to enable us to triumph over Death for to conquer Self forceth the Devil to recoil and to render the Vanities of this World contemptible is to lead Hell and Captivity captive which none but Christ can do and has done yet ought we to imitate our Leader as true Volunteers of the Cross if we hope to imbrace the Royal Sanctions of him that bore his Cross in a bloody Shower for the Redemption of Mankind This I recommend to the Christian Reader that follows the Lamb the Captain of our Salvation Th. By this most excellent Description of Man he labours I perceive under great Anxiety till Christ affix him by his Sovereign Ray of Light whereby to illuminate and sublime his immortal Soul into the everlasting Arms of himself the glorious Being of his all-glorious Father where Time shall be no more for Time is but the Child of Eternity as is Generation the Child of Time Generation therefore devolves in Time and Time results in the Arms of Eternity But Eternity is the Beam