The CompL te Angler. 2 1 1 

 ought this, and many other pleafant 

 Groves and Meadows about me, I 

 did thankfully remember what my 

 Saviour faid, that the meek poffefs the 

 earth ; for indeed they are free from 

 thofe high ? thofe reftlefs thoughts 

 and contentions which corrode the 

 fweets of life. For they, and they 

 only,can fay as the Poet has happily 

 expreft it. 



Hail bleft eft ate of poverty ! 



Happy enjoyment offuch minds, 



As rich in low content edneTs. 



Can, like the reeds in rougheft winds, 

 Eyyeelding make that blow butfmal 

 At which proud Oaks and Cedar sfaL 



Gentlemen,thefe were a part of the 

 thoughts that then poffeft me, and 

 I there made a converlion of a piece 

 of an old Ketch, a^d added more to 

 ii,fittingthem to befungby us Ang- 

 lers : Come, Malter, you can ling 

 well, you muil ling a part of it as it 

 is in this paper. 



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