230 ANGLING REMINISCENCES. 



are there no longer! We turn with a shiver from 

 the now desecrated dwelling, and its sordid inmates, 

 from the stream, too and why from it ? 



" Still its waters glide, 

 Unsullied at our side, 

 Making sweet music through the valley wide." 



Why, then, turn from it? where the change 

 that urges us to this ? It lies, gentle angler, within 

 our own heart! 



EDINBURGH PRINTING COMPANY. 



