DAYS IN DOVE DALE 67 



Charles Cotton are not carrying out his wishes 

 in thus excluding true disciples ! 



The entrance to this sacred edifice is 

 guarded by two lofty limes, beneath which are 

 circular seats, and on these we sheltered from 

 the burning sun, and thought how much more 

 we should have respected the blessed memory 

 of Charles Cotton had he left within that 

 pretty asylum a constant stoup of " spicy nut- 

 brown ale," and eke a cup of tea, for weary 

 and thirsty piscators. 



Peering through the lattice windows, we 

 could see a round table and six comfortable 

 old armchairs; surely a cool and pleasant 

 resting-place, and made specially for such as 

 we! Why, oh ! heartless successors of the 

 genial Cotton, are we so ruthlessly shut 

 out? 



Why? Because, as a notice-board informs 

 us, stupid and unmannerly tourists will insist 

 upon scratching their names on window-panes 

 and carving them upon doors and lintels, 

 besides committing other nuisances. 



On leaving the cottage, we suddenly came 

 upon as lovely a bit of the river as is to be 

 found anywhere. Here nature has at some 



