Well, the congregation got into Church--three families by the step ladder to one gallery, and the men into another, where the front row squeezed their knees through the rails and leant on the top bar, the rest of the world in the pews, and the children on benches. The clerk was in his desk behind the reading desk--good George Oxford, with his calm, good, gentle face, and tall figure, sadly lame from rheumatism caught when working in the brick kilns. His voice was always heard above the others in the responses, but our congregation never had dropped the habit of responding, and, though there was no chanting, the Amens and some of the Versicles used to have a grand full musical sound peculiar to that Church. People also all turned to the east for the Creed, few knelt, but some of the elder men stood during the prayers, and, though there was far too much _sitting down_ during the singing, every body got up and stood, if "Hallelujah" occurred, as it often did in anthems. There were eight or ten singers, and they had a bassoon, a flute, and a clarionet. They used to sing before the Communion Service in the morning, after the Second Lesson in the afternoon, and before each Sermon. Master Oxford had a good voice, and was wanted in the choir, so as soon as the General Thanksgiving began, he started off from his seat, and might be heard going the length of the nave, climbing the stairs, and crossing the outer gallery. Sometimes he took his long stick with him, and gave a good stripe across the straw bonnet of any particularly naughty child. In the gallery he proclaimed--"Let us sing to the praise and glory of God in the Psalm," then giving the first line. The Psalms were always from the New or Old Versions. A slate with the number in chalk was also hung out--23 O.V., 112 N.V., as the case might be. About four verses of each were sung, the last lines over and over again, some very oddly divided. For instance-- "Shall fix the place where we must dwell, The pride of Jacob, His delight," was sung thus:-- "The pride of Ja--the pride of Ja--the pride of Ja--" (at least three times before the line was ended). But rough as these were, some of these Psalms were very dear to us all, specially the old twenty-third:-- "My Shepherd is the living Lord, Nothing, therefore, I need, In pastures fair, by pleasant streams He setteth me to feed. He shall convert and glad my soul, And bring my soul in frame To walk in paths of holiness, For His most Holy Name. I pass the gloomy vale of death, From fear and danger free; For there His guiding rod and staff Defend and comfort me." Another much-loved one was the 121st:-- "To Zion's hill I lift my eyes, From thence expecting aid, From Zion's hill and Zion's God, Who heaven and earth hath made.