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.

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