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say it was a fine river indeed, if you had once seen tli e sport 

 afc the height. 



YIAT. Which I will do, if I live, and that you please to 

 give me leave. There was one, and there another. 



Pise. And all this in a strange river, and with a fly of your 

 own making ! why, what a dangerous man are you ! 



"ViAT. I, sir : but who taught me ? and as Damsetas says 

 by his man Dorus, so you may say by me, 



* ' If any man such praises have, 

 What then have I, that taught the knave !"* 



But what have we got here ? a rock springing up in the 

 middle of the river ! this is one of the oddest sights that ever 

 I saw. 



Pise. Why, sir, from that piket that you see standing up 



PIKE POOL. 



* Sidney's " Arcadia." 



t It is a rock, in the fashion of a spire-steeple, and almost as big. It stands 

 in the midst of the river Dove ; and not far from Mr. Cotton's house ; below 

 which place this delicate river takes a swift career betwixt many mighty 

 rocks, much higher and bigger than St. Paul's Church before it was burnt. 

 And this Dove, being opposed by one of the highest of them, has, at last, 

 forced itself a way through it ; and after a mile's concealment, appears again, 

 with more glory and beauty than before that opposition, running through the 

 most pleasant valleys and most fruitful meadows that this nation can justly 

 boast of. (WALTON, junior.) 



[NOTE. The Dove, or a branch of it, runs for a short distance under ground 

 and debouches into daylight, a little northward of Islam Hall, the beautiful 

 castellated mansion of Mr. Watts Russell, whose father, once a large and 



