238 ANGLING REMINISCENCES. 



are there no longer ! We turn with a shiver from the 

 now desecrated dwelling, and its sordid inmates, from 

 the stream, too and why from it ? 



" Still its waters glide, 

 Unsullied at our side, 

 Making sweet music through the valley wide." 



Why, then, turn from it ? where the change that 

 urges us to this ? It lies, gentle angler, within our 

 own heart ! 



THE END. 



PRINTED BY ROBERT MACLEIIOSE, UNIVERSITY PRESS, GLASGOW. 





