TWEED AND DON; OR, RECOLLECTIONS AND REFLECTIONS OF AN ANGLER FOR THE LAST FIFTY YEARS. The magic wand then let us wield, For ance that five-and-forty speeld, See crazy, weary, joyless eild, Wi' wrinkled face, Comes hosten-hirplin owre the field, Wi' creepin' pace. EDINBURGH: WILLIAM P. NIMMO, 2, ST DAVID STREET. LONDON SIMPKIN, MARSHALL, AND CO. MDCCCLX. Like Junius, I dedicate this little Book to The Public. I did not think, when I wrote it for my Sons, 'away from the din and turmoil of London' (to be laid by for some future time), that I should so soon see it in print. This has been solely at the request of a friend who is not an angler. As I owe no man anything but love, I hope they will temper any observation they may perhaps make on it with the same virtue; and I remain, Their most obedient Servant, JAMES LOCKE. 119, REGENT STREET, LONDON. M370749 SH609 46 |