[A]t eleven o’cloclk [sic] I was attended to the Church, and became there an object of speculation, I suppose, as a stranger, and being put into the Dean’s pew, (The Dean of Middleham).  There was a decent, well-dressed, well-behaved congregation; with a singing loft, from which there was too much singing from, about, a dozen voices, male, and female; and two bassoons, of better accompanyment than an organ: one of their attempts was too powerful for them, ‘And the Trumpet shall sound’, the bassoons imitating the trumpet.  The service lasted long, but our service is much too long; The Curate, the deputy of Mr Dean, had a good voice, and perform’d tolerably.