The angler . part of a day, withscarcely any success, in spite of all our admirable apparatus, a lub-berly country urchin came down from thehills, with a rod made from a branch of atree ; a few yards of twine; and, as heavenshall help me ! I believe a crooked pin fora hook, baited with a vile earth-worm — andin half an hour caught more fish than we hadnibbles throughout the day. But above all, I recollect the good, honest,wholesome, hungry repast, which we madeunder a beech-tree just by a spring of puresweet water, that stole out of the side of ahill; and how, when it was over, one of theparty
The angler . part of a day, withscarcely any success, in spite of all our admirable apparatus, a lub-berly country urchin came down from thehills, with a rod made from a branch of atree ; a few yards of twine; and, as heavenshall help me ! I believe a crooked pin fora hook, baited with a vile earth-worm — andin half an hour caught more fish than we hadnibbles throughout the day. But above all, I recollect the good, honest,wholesome, hungry repast, which we madeunder a beech-tree just by a spring of puresweet water, that stole out of the side of ahill; and how, when it was over, one of theparty read old Izaak Wal-tons scene with the--milk-maid, ... >vwhile I r lay on the grass and built6. castles in a bright pile of clouds, until I fellasleep. All this may appear like mere ego-tism ; yet I cannot refrain from uttering theserecollections which are passing like a strainof music over my mind, and have been calledup by an agreeable scene which I witnessednot long since. In a mornings stroll along the banks ofthe Alun, a beautiful little stream which flowsdown from the Welsh hills and throws itselfinto the Dee, my attention was attracted to agroup seated on the margin. On approach-ing, I found it to consist of a veteran anglerand two rustic disciples. The former was anold fellow with a wooden leg, with clothesvery much, but very carefully patched, beto-kening poverty, honestly come by, and de-cently maintained. His face bore the marksof former storms, but present fair weather;its furrows had been worn into an habitualsmile; his iron-gray locks hung about hisears, and he had altogether the good-humoredair of a constitutional philosopher, who wasdisposed to take the world as
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