My life : a record of events and opinions - Wallace-online.org

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42 MY LIFEextempore prayers, the frequent singing, and theusually more vigorous and exciting style of preachingwas to me far preferable to the monotony of theChurch service ; and it was there only that, at oneperiod of my life, I felt something of religious fervour,derived chiefly from the more picturesque and impassionedof the hymns. As, however, there was nosufficient basis of intelligible fact or connected reasoningto satisfy my intellect, this feeling soon left me,and has never returned.

CHAPTER IVLONDON WORKERS, SECULARISTS AND OWENITESHaving finally left school at Christmas, 1836 (beforeI had completed my fourteenth year), I think it wasearly in 1837 that I was sent to London to live atMr. Webster's in Robert Street, Hampstead Road,where my brother John was apprenticed. My fatherand mother were then about to move to the smallcottage at Hoddesdon, and it was convenient for meto be out of the way till my brother William couldarrange to have me with him to learn land-surveying.Mr. Webster was a small master builder, who hada work-shop in a yard about five minutes' walk fromthe house, where he constantly employed eight or tenmen preparing all the joinery work for the houses hebuilt. At that time there were no great steamfactoriesfor making doors and windows, workingmouldings, etc., everything being done by hand,except in the case of the large builders and contractors,who had planing and sawing-mills of theirown. Here in the yard was a sawpit in which twomen, the top- and bottom-sawyers, were always atwork cutting up imported balks of timber into thesizes required, while another oldish man was at workday after day planing up floor-boards. In the shopitself windows and doors, cupboards, staircases, andother joiner's work was always going on, and the men

42 MY LIFEextempore prayers, the frequent singing, <strong>and</strong> theusually more vigorous <strong>and</strong> exciting style <strong>of</strong> preachingwas to me far preferable to the monotony <strong>of</strong> theChurch service ; <strong>and</strong> it was there only that, at oneperiod <strong>of</strong> my <strong>life</strong>, I felt something <strong>of</strong> religious fervour,derived chiefly from the more picturesque <strong>and</strong> impassioned<strong>of</strong> the hymns. As, however, there was nosufficient basis <strong>of</strong> intelligible fact or connected reasoningto satisfy my intellect, this feeling soon left me,<strong>and</strong> has never returned.

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