CHAPTER I. 



INTRODUCTION. 



" FROM morn till noon his light afliduous toil 

 The Angler plied ; and when the mid-day fun 

 Was high in heaven, under a fpreading tree 

 (Methinks I hear the hum amid its leaves !) 

 Upon a couch of wild-flowers down we fat 

 With healthful palates to our flight repaft 

 Of bifcuits, and of cheefe, and bottled milk } 

 The fward our table, and the boughs our roof." 



DELTA. 



LEASANT days were thofe, Pif- 

 cator, when we commenced ram- 

 bling together rod in hand through 

 the fair fields that fringe the Wye, 

 the Arrow, and the Dore.* The 

 firft, rightly indeed called a river the nobleft of 

 its kind ! the fecond, hardly deferving the name, 



* The Wye needs no defcription, fo univerfally muft it 

 be known. The Arrow rifes almoft on the borders of 





