CHAPTER III. 



" AND where is he, the Angler by whofe fide 

 That livelong day delightedly I roam'd, 

 While life to both a funny paftime feem'd ? 

 Afk of the winds that from the Atlantic blow 

 When laft they ftirr'd the wild-flowers on his grave ! " 



DELTA. 



lERY good, very good indeed ! " 

 were the words that fell by no 

 means mufically, I muft confefs, 

 upon my ears, as I was trying a 

 caft or two for the firft time upon 

 the Wye that flowed within a few fields of my 

 abode. 



As to the words, there was nothing in them 

 that was not fufficiently civil and encouraging ; 

 but fpoken in fo confident a tone as to betoken 

 downright rudenefs, or downright honefty, they 

 induced me at once to turn round and fcrutinize 

 the fpeaker. Tall, upright, hard-featured, with a 



