season is almost over, and it has the more business-like look of an anglers' resort. There are still lingering here some tourists who stay on account of the salubrity of the climate and the beauty of the surroundings. Here are six or seven anglers, enthusiasts who ply the long-suffering Dove and Manifold with admirable care and patience, and with varying success. The learned professions are fairly represented just now by a barrister (whom, if I should have occasion to mention again, I shall designate as the "Master," on account of his great experience and his exquisite skill), a parson, a doctor, a major (a real one, not "Piscator Major"), a poet, and the humble amateur who pens these lines. It would be easy, but it would not be interesting, to become sentimental on the changes in our own personalities which have taken place since our last visit; but sentiment leads to melancholy, and I came not here to make myself miserable, but to drive dull care away and be happy. All this by way of introduction to the charms and the beauties of Dove Dale and the attractions of its lovely river. I |