JUNE. 63 



e'en wend my way and hasten to display my 

 store. I fancy how my brother Anglers will be 

 surprised, unless their chance has exceeded my 

 own. What ambitious beings we are ! No ! 

 we are not — it is an honourable emulation ; and 

 if one is more fortunate than the other, he does 

 but jeer in jest, which but provokes his brother 

 to use greater vigilance next day. Hailed at 

 the door, I am ushered to the cheerful meal, 

 which ended, I relate my story of the poor 

 woman and her little ones, and find myself 

 (as I anticipated) the only envied person in the 

 company. 



Now, then, to our evening custom : a strong 

 voice, a clear conscience, and a grateful heart 

 for the blessings of this day. 



