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this angling or the landskips. Look you ! 

 There again are rocks springing up like steeples 

 on this side and on that ; it is all full of sur- 

 prises. 



"Angler. Those Rocks are called 'The 

 Tissington Spires/ for that retired village lies 

 but the distance of a walk to the left. ... So 

 now I have brought you within a view of 

 Thorpe Cloud. 



" Painter. Is that Thorpe Cloud? Well, he 

 is more changeable than Proteus ; for here he 

 looks like a beheaded cone. 



" Angler. And now, brother, you are come 

 towards the end of the Dale. 



11 Painter. Tell me not this sad news ! . . . 

 or if we must needs depart, let us first ''sit 

 down by the waters and hang our harps upon the 

 Willows, and weep.' ' 



Now I too must say adieu to Dove Dale 

 and its sweet stream, and close my account 

 of this my short and last visit with these 

 lines from " The Retirement," by Charles 

 Cotton : 



" Oh, my beloved nymph, fair Dove ! 

 Princess of rivers ! how I love 



Upon thy flow'ry banks to be ; 

 And view thy silver stream, 

 When gilded by the summer's beam ! 



