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purposely dragged down, for it was here this 

 noble young fellow (he was, I heard, much 

 beloved) was doomed to die, in the very flower 

 of life, and flush of high spirits ! 



It is supposed that in wading down he over- 

 stepped the ledge, and so great was the suction, 

 that he sank at once, without even rising to the 

 surface, as drowning men almost invariably do. 



"DUM CAPIMUS CAPIMUR." 



If you searched each sunny homestead 



In all our favoured land, 

 You'd scarcely find a happier youth, 



Than he with rod in hand, 

 Who went down to the river Wye, 

 For the first time his skill to try. 



Before him stretches far ahead, 



Just dimpled by the breeze, 

 And sheltered from the sun's bright beams 



By overhanging trees, 

 A noble pool, few could excel 

 In all that anglers love so well. 



Aha ! aha ! he cried aloud, 



And laughed right merrily ; 

 Salmo beware ! I tell thee plain, 



J Tis no child's play with me ; 

 For with this silver-bodied fly, 

 Thou'rt doomed this very day to die. 



