XI. 

 FLY FISHING FOR GRAYLING. 



" The smooth-scaled umbra as it passes by, 

 Flits as a shadow o'er the gazer's eye." 



" I wind about and in and out, 



With here a blossom sailing, 

 And here and there a lusty trout, 



And here and there a grayling." 



" And now farewell, Dove, where I've caught such brave 



dishes 



Of overgrown, golden and silver-scaled fishes, 

 Thy trout and thy grayling may now feed securely, 

 I've left none behind me can take 'em so surely." 



HE beautiful and romantic scenery 

 through which grayling rivers flow, 

 tends greatly to increase the charm 

 and delight of fishing for them. No 

 one can read Sir Humphry Davy's description of 



