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AMICUS. Good morning ! I have been out 

 before you and have had a pleasant short stroll; 

 first, by the brookside, the tributary stream of 

 the Poet, 



" Hurrying with lordly Duddon to unite." 



In it I took two or three brandlings ; and above 

 the rapids two or three brook trout, remarkable 

 for their blackness and slimy softness, the 

 one, in their slow growth, supposing the brand- 

 lings to be twelve months old, denoting, I infer, 

 poor feed, the other, in their colour, indica- 

 ting scanty light, and so according in colour 

 with the dark hue of the stream, derived from 

 the colour of its rocky bed. A little later, in 

 returning, I revisited the chapel, and was more 

 observant of its site and accompaniments, of 

 the magnificent yew shading it, and of the 

 larches, now goodly trees, which might have 

 been planted by Kobert Walker ; and, within, I 

 consulted the register in which I found this, 

 which I have copied 



Buried June 28th, the Eev. Eobert Walker. 

 He was curate of Seathwaite sixty-six years. 

 He was a man singular for his temperance, in- 

 dustry, and integrity." 



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