From the Book of St. Albans onwards we part company with French books. There are no good ones until modern times, and these are founded on ours. Henceforth the stream runs on British soil, and it runs deep and full. But the debt which we owe to French literature must not be forgotten, a debt all the greater because it lies in the domain Of the spirit. The small amount Of ﬂy fishing literature which does exist in France before the nineteenth century is described in Chapter IV.