Waterside Sketches. 



CHAPTER I. 



OUR OPENING DAY. 



" Away to the streamlet, away, away ! 

 The Sun is up in his realms of light. 

 But it is not alone from his captured prey 

 That the fisherman wins his keen delight. 

 Ah no ! 'tis the breath of the infant day, 

 'Tis the air so fresh and the sky so bright — 

 In these is the fisherman's best delight." 



That is all very true and pretty, but I am still inclined to 

 agree with the late Charles Kingsley — one of the best 



