So she went
on, 'What is that beautiful answer in your Church catechism,
Sally?' I were pleased to hear a Dissenter, as I did not think
would have done it, speak so knowledgeably about the catechism,
and she went on: '"to do my duty in that station of life unto
which it shall please God to call me;" well, your station is a
servant and it is as honourable as a king's, if you look at it
right; you are to help and serve others in one way, just as a
king is to help others in another. Now what way are you to help
and serve, or to do your duty, in that station of life unto which
it has pleased God to call you? Did it answer God's purpose, and
serve Him, when the food was unfit for a child to eat, and
unwholesome for any one?' Well! I would not give it up, I was so
pig-headed about my soul; so says I, 'I wish folks would be
content with locusts and wild honey, and leave other folks in
peace to work out their salvation;' and I groaned out pretty loud
to think of missus's soul. I often think since she smiled a bit
at me; but she said, 'Well, Sally, to-morrow, you shall have time
to work out your salvation; but as we have no locusts in England,
and I don't think they'd agree with Master Thurstan if we had, I
will come and make the pudding; but I shall try and do it well,
not only for him to like it, but because everything may be done
in a right way or a wrong; the right way is to do it as well as
we can, as in God's sight; the wrong is to do it in a
self-seeking spirit, which either leads us to neglect it to
follow out some device of our own for our own ends, or to give up
too much time and thought to it both before and after the doing.
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