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THE ANGLER'S SOUVENIR. 



The three fishermen felt ashamed of their rough- 

 aiid-ready costume straw hats and boating flan- 

 nels : but conquering their natural modesty, Viator 

 and Herbert secured partners ; and Piscator, re- 

 flecting that the Gipsy could not see him, secured a 

 pretty girl, and was soon whirling about the smooth 

 lawn as madly as any of them. 



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VIII. COEDYRALLT. 



We stood upon the summit of a cliff, and far 

 below us the sacred river Dee flowed, with a 

 current that from this height seemed to be tran- 

 quil and smooth, but we knew that the occasional 

 glitter and sparkle told of a rapid, and that the 

 patches of snow-white foam were boiling cascades. 



Immediately below was the precipitous rock, 

 seamed by many crevices, and broken by many 

 cra.gs, between which the dark yew trees grew and 

 the ivy climbed. Below the rock was a steep 

 descent, thickly wooded with oak, intermingled 

 with larch ; and there beneath its fringe of trees 

 the river ran the sacred Dee, by which all good 

 Cymri swear. From the mountain springs beyond 

 Llyn Tegid, or Bala lake, the river takes its rise. 

 It flows through the lake from one end to the 

 other, with a separate current they say, which 

 is abundantly proved by the supposed fact that 

 while salmon abound in the river, and gwyniad in 



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