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Reed. Well sung, my brave heather-bred 

 lad ! Here's health to you long may you 

 live to sing the charms of your own native 

 hills and pleasant streams, and oft may I be 

 present to hear you ! When I hear such a 

 song as this, I feel as if spring was reviving 

 in me, and think no place on earth so plea- 

 sant as our own country side, where man 

 and boy I have fished its bonny streams for 

 more than fifty years ! 



Oliver. Health to you, Roddam, and 

 thanks for your song, which you must be so 

 kind as to favor me with a copy of before I 

 leave Glendale. 



Roddam. Much obliged to you both. If 

 my song pleases, Mr. Reed, it is owing to 

 yourself it was from you that I first derived 

 my love of Nature and a country life. It 

 was you who first taught me to dress a fly 

 and catch a trout ; in your company I first 

 ascended to the top of Cheviot ; it was you 

 who first pointed out to me the beauty of the 

 wild flowers that grow in the woods and by 



