Next morning, all awoke in good spirits; I told them that on this, the Lord's day, we would do no work.

That it was appointed, not only for a day of rest, but a day when we must, as much as possible, turn our hearts from the vanities of the world, to God himself; thank him, worship him, and serve him.

Jack thought we could not do this without a church and a priest; but Ernest believed that God would hear our prayers under his own sky, and papa could give them a sermon; Francis wished to know if God would like to hear them sing the beautiful hymns mamma had taught them, without an organ accompaniment.
"Yes, my dear children," said I, "God is everywhere; and to bless him, to praise him in all his works, to submit to his holy will, and to obey him,--is to serve him.

But everything in its time.

Let us first attend to the wants of our animals, and breakfast, and we will then begin the services of the day by a hymn." We descended, and breakfasted on warm milk, fed our animals, and then, my children and their mother seated on the turf, I placed myself on a little eminence before them, and, after the service of the day, which I knew by heart, and singing some portions of the 119th Psalm, I told them a little allegory.
"There was once on a time a great king, whose kingdom was called the Land of _Light_ and _Reality_, because there reigned there constant light and incessant activity.