In which the industrious soul, having secured the means for cultivation and sustenance, applies himself with diligent patience to the making of earthenware vessels, tools, and clothing suited to his solitary estate, whilst reflecting on providence and the nature of contentment amidst solitude. Thus, in the midst of unremitting labour and ingenious contrivance, he attains a serene resignation, finding solace in divine grace and the quiet converse of his own thoughts.