LIBERTY HALL, Oxon. BY W. WINWOOD READE. "My friends receive me from the night." OSSIAN. IN THREE VOLUMES. VOL. III. LONDON: CHARLES J. SKEET, PUBLISHER, 10, KING WILLIAM STREET, CHARING CROSS, 249. X. 511. So, Sir, now we have got to the top of the hill out of town, look about you, and tell me how you like the country." THE COMPLEAT ANGLER. UPON a hill of soft moss and scanty heather, two men reclined, their elbows resting on the ground, their heads in the palms of their hands. Both were dressed in suits of Scotch tweed, with leather straps slung over their shoulders, and double-barrel guns across their knees. The elder was dark as a Spaniard; his eyes stern and haughty, his nose aquiline, his moustache and beard joined his whiskers so closely, that all the lower part of his face was hair. His |