This morning all the world was at Church as the Dean of Exeter preached. . . . The singing here is the most extraordinary I ever heard, - there is no instrument but the People attempt to sing in parts - with such Voices! such expressions and such Composition! They to Day, in honour I presume of the Dean, performed an Anthem. It was really too much to be borne decently - it was set by a Weaver, - and so very unlike any thing that was ever before imagined, so truly barbarous, that, with the additions of the singers trilling and squalling,- no comedy could have afforded more diversion: Mrs Rishton and I laughed ourselves sick - though we very much endeavoured to be grave . . . << less