190 THE COMPLEX* ANGLER. PARTI. 



and an excellent angler; and the author of excellent 

 Piscatory Eclogues, in which you shall see the picture of 

 this good man's mind : and I wish mine to be like it. 



No empty hope. no courtly fears him fright; 

 No begging wants lib middle fortune bit* : 

 Bat wet content exile* both misery and spite. 



His certain life, that never can deceive him. 



Is fall of thousand sweets, and rich content; 

 The MMoth-leav'd beeches in the 6eld receive him. 

 With coolest shade, till noon-tide's heat be spent. 

 His life is neither tost in bom'rous seas, 

 Or the vexatious world ; or lo*t in slothful ease. 

 Ple.i'd and fall blest he lives, when be his Ood can please. 



His bed, more safe than soft, yields quiet sleeps, 



While by his side bis faithful spouse hath place ; 

 Hh little son into Ills bosom creeps. 



The lively pictare of his father's face. 

 Hit humble house or poor state ne'er torment him ; 

 Leas be coald like, if less his Ood had lent him. 

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



Gentlemen, these were a part of the thoughts that then 

 possessed me. And I there made a conversion of a piece 



M shepherds are in the pastoral. Mr. Addlson, It is true, has censured San. 

 oaxarius for such an attempt : bat it is tn be remembered, that his are sea- 

 eclofae*. the very idea of which is sarely inconsistent with the ctlmuess and 

 tranquillity of the pastoral life ; pot to say, that oyster* and cray-fish are no 

 very elegant or persuasive bribe* to the favour of a mistress. But the ancient 

 writers of Pattoral t Bion. Theocritus, Motchus. and others, included, under that 

 species, the maaners of herdsmen, vine-dresers. and others ; aod why those of 

 Ashen are to be excluded, the legislators of Pattoral would do well to in~ 



tmmm. 



Of those who have attempted this kind of poetry, the above mentioned Mr. 

 Fletcher is one ; and in the seine volume with the PurpU Jtland are several 

 yioemi, which be calls Piscatory Eclogue*, from whence the following passage- 

 is attacted. 



Ah ! would thoo koew'st bow much it better were 



To bide among the simple fisher-swains. 

 Ho shrieking owl, no night-crow lodgeth here; 

 Nor is our simple pleasure mix'd with pxins. 

 Our sports begin with the beginning year, 

 In calms to poll the leaping fish to land ; 

 In roughs to sing, and dance along die golden sand. 



I have a pipe which once thon lovedst well ; 



(Was never pipe that gave a better sound ;) 

 Which oft to hear, fair Thetis from her cell. 

 Thetis the queen of seas, attended round 

 With hundred nymphs, and many powers that dwell 

 In th* ocean's rocky walls, came up to hear; 

 And gave me gifts, which still for thee lie hoarded here. 



