His life is neither tossed in boisterous seas,

Or the vexatious world, or lost in slothful ease :

Pleased and full blest he lives, when he his God can please.

"His bed, more safe than soft, yields quiet sleeps, While by his side his faithful spouse hath place; His little son into his bosom creeps,

The lively picture of his father's face.

His humble house or poor state ne'er torment him;
Less he could like, if less his God had lent him;

And when he dies, green turfs do for a tomb content him."

Gentlemen, these

then possessed me.

were a part of the thoughts that

And I there made a conversion

Words and

of a piece of an old catch, and added more to it, fitting them to be sung by us Anglers. Come, Master, you can sing well; you must sing Music in the a part of it as it is in this paper.

Notes.

PET. I marry, Sir, this is music indeed! This has cheered my heart, and made me to remember six verses in praise of Music, which I will speak to you instantly.

"Music! miraculous rhetoric! that speak'st sense

Without a tongue, excelling eloquence;

With what ease might thy errors be excused,
Wert thou as truly loved as thou 'rt abused!

But thou dull souls neglect, and some reprove thee,
I cannot hate thee, 'cause the Angels love thee."

VEN. And the repetition of these last verses of music have called to my memory what Mr. Edmund Waller, a lover of the angle, says of Love and Mu

sic.

"Whilst I listen to thy voice,

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Chloris, I feel my heart decay ;
That powerful voice

Calls my fleeting soul away:
O, suppress that magic sound,
Which destroys without a wound!

Peace, Chloris, peace; or singing die,
That together you and I

To heaven may go :

For all we know

Of what the blessed do above

Is, that they sing, and that they love."

PISC. Well remembered, Brother Peter; these verses came seasonably, and we thank you heartily. Come, we will all join together, my Host and all, and sing my Scholar's Catch over again, and then each man drink the t'other cup and to bed, and thank God we have a dry house over our heads.

PISC. Well now, Good night to everybody.
PET. And so say I.

VEN. And so say I.

COR. Good night to you all; and I thank you.

PISC. Good morrow, Brother Peter! and the like to you, honest Coridon. Come, my Hostess says there is seven shillings to pay: let's each man drink a pot for his morning's draught, and lay down his two shillings; that so my Hostess may not have occasion to repent herself of being so diligent, and using us so kindly.

PET. The motion is liked by everybody, and so, Hostess, here's your money: we Anglers are all beholden to you; it will not be long ere I'll see you again. And now, Brother Piscator, I wish you and my Brother, your Scholar, a fair day and good fortune. Come, Coridon, this is our way.