certain kinds of occupation which give toweariness no sweetening comfort. A dayspent in sinful work may make the feettired, but has no soothing for them in theevening's rest.But all duty well done has its restful peaceof heart when the day's tasks are finishedand laid down. Conscience whispers, " Youwere faithful to-day; you did all that wasgiven you to do ; you did not shirk norskimp." The conscience is the whisper of God and its commendation gives comfort.Cl^e IBtmtv of telecontrolBut does God really take notice of one'sdaily, common work,— plowing, delivering let-ters, selling goods and cleaning house? Yes;we serve God just as truly in our daily task-work as in our praying and Bible reading.The woman who keeps the great church clean,sweeping the dust from the aisles, is servingher Lord as well, if her heart be right, as thegorgeously robed minister who performs hissacred part in the holy worship. In one of his poems George Macdonald speaks of stand-ing in a vast church, with its marble acres,worn with knees and feet, and seeing priestsflitting among the candles, men coming andgoing, and then a poor woman with herbroom, bowed to her work on the floors,and hearing the Master's voice, saying,"Daughter, thou sweepest well my floor."