312 THE COMPLETE ANGLER. [part n. 



* 'Tis a rock in p lsc . Why, Sir, from that Pike,* 



the fashion of a 



spire-steeple, and that you see standing up there dis- 



cdmost as big. t ant from the rock, this is called 



It .stands in the 



midst of the Rirer Pike-Pool. And young Mr. Izaak 



Dove ; and not Walton was so pleased with it, as to 



Jar t mm Mr. Cot- l 



ton's house i below draw it in landscape in black and 



which place this whh b & bknk b fc j haye 



delicate rtver 



takes a swift ca- home ; as he has done several pros- 



reer betwixt many . c , , 1 • i t 



mighty rocks, P ects of m >' house also > whlch I 



much higher and keep for a memorial of his favour, 



bigger than St. , ... , , 



Paul's church, be- and wlU shew y ou > when we come 



fore 'twas burnt. U p to dinner. 



And this Dove 



being opposed by one of the highest of them, has, at last, forced 



itself a way through it ; and after a mile's concealment, appears 



again with more glory and beauty than before that opposition ; 



running through the most pleasant valleys and most fruitful 



meadows, that this nation can justly boast of. 



Yiat. Has young Master Izaak Walton been here 

 too? 



Pise. Yes, marry has he, Sir, and that again, and 

 again too ; and in France since, and at Rome, and at 

 Venice, and I can't tell where : but I intend to ask 

 him a great many hard questions so soon as I can 

 see him, which will be, God willing, next month. 

 In the mean time, Sir, to come to this fine stream 

 at the head of this great pool, you must venture 

 over these slippery, cobbling stones. Believe me, 

 Sir, there you were nimble, or else you had been 

 down! But now you are got over, look to yourself; 

 for, on my word, if a fish rise here, he is like to be 

 such a one as will endanger your tackle. How now ! 



