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CHAPTER XII. 



THE DOVE; ITS SCENERY: OTHER TROUT AND 

 GRAYLING STREAMS IN ITS VICINITY. SKETCH 

 OF ASHBORNE; ITS CHURCH. THE END. 



"Well, go thy way, little Dove ! thou art the finest river that ever I 

 saw, and the fullest of fish." Cotton. 



IN writing about the Dove* we cannot re- 

 frain from touching on its scenery. We shall 

 do so, however, very concisely ; for we do not 

 wish to trench too much upon the province of 

 the professional tourist. Our business is with 

 the piscatory, and not with the pictorial por- 

 tions of the Dove. A slight combination of the 

 latter with the former will be deemed, in this 

 instance, we hope, perfectly pardonable. We 

 will give first, before we come to our own de- 



* Cotton says it is so called from the swiftness of its cur- 

 rent. Sir Oswald Mosley, Bart, says, " The Dove was so 

 called, from the British word " dwfr," (water) ; and the 

 Derwent, from the British ' dwr," (water), and " gwin," 

 (white). 



