My Father and Mother at that time were members of Clowes Primitive Methodist Chapel although they were really “Wesleyan Methodists”. I think they joined “Clowes” as it was the nearest Chapel and consequently near for their children […] 

[…] Love feasts, too, were held from time to time,-- many people seemed very fond of them, but to me- a hardboiled egg, I couldn’t see the point of them. What suited me better were the “Service of Songs”which were held once or twice a year. These were, as a rule Sentimental Stories set to music. There was a reader who read out to the congregation a portion of the story-- then some singing and so on to the bitter end. Some of these “Service of Songs” were super sentimental. Talk about floods of tears from the ladies-- we could have done with a “Second Ark”! The "reader" at these S. of Songs was a Mrs. Day, wife of Job Day, the founder of “Day’s dry soap works” whose works at that time was not far away from my dad’s [cobblers] shop.