XL 

 FLY FISHING FOR GRAYLING. 



" The smooth-scaled umbra as it passes by, 

 Flits as a shadow o'er the gazer's eye." 



" I wind about and in and out, 



With here a blossom sailing, 

 And here and there a lusty trout, 



And here and there a grayling." 



" And now farewell. Dove, where IVe caught such brave 



dishes 

 Of overgrown, golden and silver-scaled fishes, 

 Thy trout and thy grayling may now feed securely, 

 I've left none behind me can take 'em so surely." 



|HE beautiful and romantic scenery 

 through which grayling rivers flow, 

 tends greatly to increase the charm 

 and delight of fishing for them. No 

 one can read Sir Humphry Davy's description of 



