A severe day, too, on Sunday.  Had to get up very early to read prayers and do business besides, as the only chance I had to get a pair of horses (which I was quite at a loss for want of) was at eleven (church time) this day, when I bought a pair of greys. While the horses were being shown off to me, the Wesleyan Methodists were in full cry in a chapel over the mews. […] I then flew off to Moscheles (the only day he could do business), and had a long and most satisfactory discussion with him on a trial of my ‘hand-moulds,’* after waiting till he had played three fugues and a concerto of Mendelssohn for his Sunday’s practice.