“At the present time [1754] there are 6 organs in Pennsylvania--the first is in Philadelphia, the 2nd in Germantown, the 3rd in Providence, the 4th in New Hanover, the 5th in Dulpehocken, all of them came to this country during the four years of my sojourn there.”[68] This statement concerning the number of organs in Philadelphia cannot be true, as we have shown above that there were several. In his list of the organs in Pennsylvania, he neglects to mention the one made for the Moravian Church at Bethlehem in 1746.[69] The number of people which he claims was present at the dedication is probably exaggerated, and, as Mittelberger was the chief performer, we can pardon him this slip of the pen. It is probable, however, that there was a large number of people present, as there would be at any new event entering into their narrow lives--especially as there was no charge for admission. In 1762 a new organ was built in Philadelphia by Philip Feyring for St. Paul’s Church. He is the other claimant to the honor of being the greatest organ builder of his day.[70] One of the newspapers was evidently partial to him, since it gives this notice. “The New Organ, which is putting up in St. Paul’s Church in this City, will be in such Forwardness as to be used in Divine Service on Christmas Day. It is of a new Construction, and made by Mr. Philip Feyring,[71] Musical Instrument-Maker, in this City, who may, with Justice, be said to be the best Hand at that ingenious Business on the Continent.”[72] The organ was evidently in use on Christmas day and must have proven satisfactory to call forth the following poem lauding both Feyring and his organ. “On hearing the Organ at St. Paul’s Church, on Christmas Day, 1762. “Hail Heav’n-born Science! whose enlivening Touch, Thro’ Nature felt, makes all her Powers rejoice, And fills the Soul with Harmony, and Bliss Extatic--When Joy tumultuous revels In the swelling Breast, then thou, sweet Music, Majestically smooth, and soft as Zephyrs, The Voice assuasive to the Heart applyst. “If jarring Passions, like disgorging Etna, Wage War intestine, and with Rage destroy Then Mother Nature, instant at thy call They lose their Fury, and subside in Peace:-- A sov’reign Balm thou pour’st into the Wounds Of bleeding Love, and sooth’st the Heart-felt Pain. “And thou, majestic Organ! taught by thee, We raise our Thoughts on Fancy’s Wing, Soaring beyond the darksome veil of Time Up to the empyreal Heav’n, where God-head habits, High thron’d above all Height, encircl’d round By Seraphims, whose well instructed choirs To pleasing Numbers tune their Harps of Gold--