'Who can paint like Nature' ?" To a population like that of Lowell, the weekly respite from monotonous in-door toil afforded by the first day of the week is particularly grateful.

Sabbath comes to the weary and overworked operative emphatically as a day of rest.

It opens upon him somewhat as it did upon George Herbert, as he describes it in his exquisite little poem:-- "Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky!" Apart from its soothing religious associations, it brings with it the assurance of physical comfort and freedom.

It is something to be able to doze out the morning from daybreak to breakfast in that luxurious state between sleeping and waking in which the mind eddies slowly and peacefully round and round instead of rushing onward,--the future a blank, the past annihilated, the present but a dim consciousness of pleasurable existence.

Then, too, the satisfaction is by no means inconsiderable of throwing aside the worn and soiled habiliments of labor and appearing in neat and comfortable attire.