Xll DEDICATORY EPISTLE. 



But it may not be. " Time rolls his cease- 

 less course." The spring of freshness and 

 novelty has passed away. Many a green 

 bank have I trodden since those days — 

 many a rapid and many a pool have I thrown 

 my fly over ; but there is no " fisherman's 

 home" like the old low-browed room at 

 Belleek, and no river in the whole world 

 like my first love — the Erne. 



Pleasant are its memories ; and among 

 them, that I subscribe myself 



Your faithful friend, 



And (in a piscatorial sense) 

 Affectionate pupil, 



HENRY NEWLAND. 



Boveysand, Plymouth, 

 Sept. 23, 1850. 



