You have had a week of toil, hard toil, shut up in close rooms; your hands have ached from plying the needle or holding the heavy tool so long; your eyes are dim and strained from poring over your work from early morning till late at night; and a sense of weariness has stolen over you, from continual application and the imprisonment of a whole week. But now comes the Sabbath, the labourer's blessed Sabbath, and the wearied hand, the wearied eye, and still more wearied mind, may take their rest. The calm peaceful Sabbath is come, to give you the repose and comfort that you so much require.

The evening has closed in, one by one the stars come glimmering out upon the dark sky, the busy sounds of busy day gradually cease till silence is around us, a silence that is so grateful after the harsh and perpetual noise of the stirring city. Husbands, fathers, bend their steps homewards, and wives and children have arranged their dwellings, put forth their best to-night, and dressed themselves in their nicest attire, to do honour to the Sabbath eve. How cheerful an evening it may be, if honest feelings, if kindly thoughts, if devotion to God and man, are but there! How beautiful a light rests upon the home where dwells the spirit of love! Palaces are dark without it, and the poorest house is light when love shines upon its hearth.