[W]ent in the evening with the Phippses to a Melksham concert; joined by the Hugheses, from Devizes, who brought an author with them, a Rev. Mr. Joyce […] The concert was bad enough. They had twice before prepared a bill of fare out of my things, expecting I would come: this night there was nothing of mine, but we sent a man and mare to the cottage for a copy of the “National Melodies,” that they might sing “Hark! the Vesper Hymn,” which Bowles had told me they did well. The man threw down the mare and broke her knees; and, after all, the glee was most doleful[.]