[T]here was a blind musician who, with a small harmonium, established himself at the corner of Upper Stanhope Street and St James’ Place, just outside Pentony’s. He played and sang well, choosing always the hymns of Sankey and Moody. Passers-by would stop to join in and sing with gusto the choruses of ‘Where is my boy tonight?’ and ‘When the roll is called up yonder,’ etc. The singers were men of the working class, and these impromptu services of song were conducted in a reverent and orderly manner and often had the incidental material result of ensuring a plentiful harvest of coppers for the blind harmonium player.