ANGLING BIVERS AND LAKES 



SCOTLAND. 



" Once more, North ! I view thy winding shores, 

 Climb thy bleak hills, and cross thy dusky moors ; 

 Impartial view thee with a heedful eye, 

 And still by nature, not by censure try. 

 ENGLAND, thy sister, is a gay coquette, 

 Whom art enlivens and temptations whet ; 

 Rich, proud, and wanton, she her value knows, 

 And in a conscious warmth of beauty glows. 

 SCOTLAND comes after, like an unripe fair, 

 Who sighs with anguish at her sister's air, 

 Unconscious that she'll quickly have her day, 

 And be the toast when Albion's charms decay." 



AARON HILL. 



INTRODUCTORY OBSERVATIONS. 



As the angler travels northward, and tarns his back 

 on the rich and variegated scenery of England, he 

 discovers, on entering Scotland, a comparatively 

 bleak and open country, thinly ornamented with 

 wood and hedgerows, and where high and naked 

 mountains aspire to a towering elevation, and pre- 

 sent a cold, yet romantic picture, varied by numer- 

 ous streams and water-falls between the rocks. The 

 whole of the northern portion of the kingdom is 



