Recently reading Anthony Trollope’s Barchester Towers I was reminded again about how the fourth commandment and its observance has come into such bad repute. In that book, remembering the Sabbath Day is a cause passionately espoused by the hypocritical (what else?) evangelical chaplain, Mr Slope. The cause is also championed by the bishop’s wife with a kind of malicious fervour which is the very antithesis of the joy and liberty it was supposed to proclaim when first given to Moses on the mount.