At this time we were fairly comfortable, and had always something to attract our attention. On Sunday we went to Grant’s Church, where there was some splendid music. The organist came from Manchester, and also a few paid principal singers. On Sunday evening a solo or an anthem was always sung, sometimes both. One singer was a Miss Harlow. I think I shall never forget her singing of “Oh Thou, that tellest good tidings.” In the stillness of the church how her mellow voice re-echoed through that lofty building.

Once a year an oratorio was rendered by the choir on a Saturday afternoon, it was free to all the congregation and was a grand treat.