Something wrong with the tank - Jack's wisdom and Peterkin's
impertinence - Wonderful behaviour of a crab - Good wishes for
those who dwell far from the sea - Jack commences to build a little
boat.


REST is sweet as well for the body as for the mind. During my long
experience, amid the vicissitudes of a chequered life, I have found
that periods of profound rest at certain intervals, in addition to
the ordinary hours of repose, are necessary to the wellbeing of
man. And the nature as well as the period of this rest varies,
according to the different temperaments of individuals, and the
peculiar circumstances in which they may chance to be placed. To
those who work with their minds, bodily labour is rest. To those
who labour with the body, deep sleep is rest. To the downcast, the
weary, and the sorrowful, joy and peace are rest. Nay, further, I
think that to the gay, the frivolous, the reckless, when sated with
pleasures that cannot last, even sorrow proves to be rest of a
kind, although, perchance, it were better that I should call it
relief than rest. There is, indeed, but one class of men to whom
rest is denied. There is no rest to the wicked. At this I do but
hint, however, as I treat not of that rest which is spiritual, but,
more particularly, of that which applies to the mind and to the
body.

Of this rest we stood much in need on our return home, and we found
it exceedingly sweet, when we indulged in it, after completing the
journey just related. It had not, indeed, been a very long