At the age of fourteen he was bound for seven years to Mr. Bowden of Taunton, a shoemaker. The indentures made Lackington the servant of both Mr. and Mrs. Bowden, so that, in case of the death of the former, the latter might claim the service of the apprentice. The Bowdens were steady, religious people who attended what Lackington calls "an Anabaptist meeting," _i.e._, we presume, a _Baptist_ chapel, for the Baptists long bore the opprobrious epithet which was first given to them in Germany and Holland at the time of the Reformation. The Baptists of Taunton in 1760 seem to have been a dull, lifeless class of people, if we may judge from the type presented in the family of the quiet shoemaker with whom James Lackington went to live. Yet they were on a par with the vast majority of churches, established or non-established, in that age of religious apathy in England. The boy accompanied the family twice on the Sabbath to the "meeting," and heard, yet not heard, sermons full of sound morality, but devoid of anything like vigorous, soul-searching, and soul-converting gospel truth, and delivered, withal, in the flattest and most spiritless manner. The ideas of the family were as circumscribed as their library, and that was small and meagre enough, in all conscience. It may be worth while to give an inventory of its contents. It will cover only a line or two of our space, and will be of some use to those, perhaps, who are apt to mourn their own poverty as regards books, and their small advantages, though, perchance, they may have access to free libraries or cheap subscription libraries, or may be able to buy or borrow all they could find time to peruse if only they had the wish to read. Imagine a youth with any taste for literature living in a sleepy town like Taunton in 1760, and looking over his master's bookshelves and finding there a school-size Bible, "Watts' Psalms and Hymns," Foot's "Tract on Baptism," Culpepper's "Herbal," the "History of the Gentle Craft," an old imperfect volume of receipts on Physic, Surgery, etc., and the "Ready Reckoner." Bowden was an odd character, evidently. One of his strange customs is thus described: "Every morning, at all seasons of the year and in all weathers, he rose about three o'clock, took a walk by the river's side round Trenchware fields, stopped at some place or other to drink half a pint of ale, came back before six o'clock and called up his people to work, and went to bed again about seven." "Thus," says Lackington, "was the good man's family jogging easily and quietly on, no one doubting but he should go to heaven when he died, and every one hoping it would be a good while first."