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ever since he was a boy, and had thought of when far from home on the raging sea, in danger of being food for the fishes-it was the spot where his father and mother had been buried.
I have done, for I fear that my reader is growing weary; but I could not refrain from drawing the picture of this worthy“ brother of the angle;" who has made me more than ever in love with the theory, though I fear I shall never be adroit in the practice of his art : and I will conclude this rambling sketch, in the words of honest Izaak Walton, by craving the blessing of St. Peter's master upon my reader, “ and upon all that are true lovers of virtue; and dare trust in his providence; and be quiet; and go a angling.”
LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW.
(FOUND AMONG THE PAPERS OF THE LATE
A pleasing land of drowsy head it was,
CASTLE OF INDOLENCE.
In the bosom of one of those spacious coves which indent the eastern shore of the Hudson, at that broad expansion of the river denominated by the ancient Dutch navigators the Tappaan Zee, and where they always prudently shortened sail, and implored the protection of St. Nicholas when they crossed, there lies a small market-town or rural port, which by some is called Greensburgh, but which is more generally and