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" Oh ! my beloved nymph, fair Dove ; 

 Princess of rivers, how I love 



Upon thy flowery banks to lie ; 

 And view thy silver stream, 

 When gilded by a summer's beam ! 

 And in it all thy wanton fry, 



Playing at liberty : 

 And with my angle, upon them 



The all of treachery 

 I ever learn'd, industriously to try !" 



" To-morrow we will set to work," said 

 he, and then we talked of divers matters 

 not connected with fishing. 



In the morning I laid my father's notes 

 before him. He read them with silent 

 avidity, called me into the room, and 

 questioned me, touching my own fishing 

 acquirements, with as much preciseness 

 and pertinacity, as if he had been deputed 

 to examine me as to my fitness to become 

 chairman of the Walton -and- Cotton Club. 

 After an examination of more than two 

 hours, of which he took close short-hand 

 notes, he finished by assuring me in 

 rather a solemn tone, but which was yet 

 full of sincerity and earnestness, that, 



