No day of rest was his. If, now and then,
His boys for play laid by the book and pen,
For Lawyer Slow there was some deed to write,
Or some young farmer’s letter to indite,
Or land to measure, or, with legal skill,
To frame some yeoman’s widow’s peevish will;
And on the Sabbath—when his neighbours drest 30
To hear their duties, and to take their rest—
Then, when the Vicar’s periods ceased to flow,
Was heard Nathaniel, in his seat below.