Talk about Socialism with an o

Thinks I to myself the other sabbath afternoon, as I sat alone with my Bible before me—thinks I to myself, that was a comforting text in God’s holy word that our minister preached from this morning; “All things work together for good to them that love God:” and a capital sermon it was, too, that he gave us; for though it cut me to the heart on account of my sins, it brought the tears into my eyes, on account of God’s mercy and grace.

Well, I read the chapter that the text was taken from all to myself; for my Nancy was gone to public worship, and I was left to take care of the house, and our little Mary, and the young one in the cradle. The house was clean and tidy, and everything was quiet, and I felt happy like. Trust me for having as many cares as my neighbours; a poor man ought not to expect to be without them, nor, for the matter of that, a rich man neither: but I felt happy, and though I said nothing, my heart thanked God