The Day of Rest
“Well, Master Jackson,” said the minister, walking homeward after service with an industrious labourer, who was a constant attendant, “well, Master Jackson, Sunday must be a blessed day of rest for you who work so hard all the week. And you make a good use of the day, for you are always to be seen at church.” “Ah, sir,” replied Jackson, “it is indeed a blessed day; I works hard enough all the week, and then I comes to church o’ Sundays, and sets me down, and lays my legs up, and thinks o’ nothing!”