THE 



SCOTTISH ANGLER, 



CHAPTER I. 

 RIVERS. 



TAKING them all in all, there are few streams equal to 

 those of our own land. They have a glad, free mu- 

 sic in their sound, accordant with the freshest feelings 

 of our nature, and a bright, living purity, which gives a 

 measure of its complexion to the thoughts of such as 



" Wander among blossoms and meek flowers 

 That strew their margins." 



Many, very many are the rivers of old Scotland ; and 

 of these, none is without its attractions, whether scenic, 

 historical, or otherwise. 



Tay, for instance, can boast of its Scone, the for- 

 mer abode of royalty of Perth, too, and Dunkeld, 

 and the Breadalbane's Tower ; Tweed is skirted by 

 the abbeys of Melrose and Dryburgh, by Abbotsford 

 and Ashiesteil ; Clyde hath its celebrated falls ; Nith 

 is sanctified to the memory of Burns, and Forth to that 

 of Wallace, the champion of our liberties. But why 

 speak of more and lesser streams, that have all and 

 each their hold upon the heart endeared to us whe- 

 ther by some old melody, or grateful recollection ? 



