During the summer of 1842, I often led the poor stockingers out into the villages,―sometimes on Sunday mornings, and sometimes on week day evenings,―and thus we collected the villagers of Anstey, and Wigston, and Glenn, and Countesthorpe, and Earl Shilton, and Hinckley, and Syston, and Mount Sorrel, and inducted them into some knowledge of Chartist principles.  One Sunday we devoted entirely to Mount Sorrel, and I and Beedham stood on a pulpit of syenite, and addressed the hundreds that sat around and above us on the stones of a large quarry.  It was a Gwennap―Wesley’s grand Cornish preaching-place―on a small scale.

Our singing was enthusiastic; and the exhilaration of that Chartist “camp-meeting” was often spoken of afterwards.