I'm glad there is a day of rest, one day in every seven, when worldly
cares cannot molest, and we may dream of heaven. The week day labor
that we do, is highly necessary, but if our tasks were never through,
if they should never vary, we'd soon be covered o'er with mold, from
bridle-bits to breeching; so let the Sabbath bells be tolled, and let
us hear the preaching!