My parents were Baptists, and as none of us were christened in childhood, no clergyman would have read the burial service over our remains - Dissenters met this difficulty by having burial grounds of their own - The chapel we frequented was in Portsea, so that we had long walks on a Sunday to reach it - we had to learn verses out of Dr Watts's Divine and Moral Songs, which in fragments return at times to the memory.
A few years ago a Monument was erected to his memory in Southampton, which was his birthplace - Sunday observances were very strict in those days - each religious sect considered itself in the right, and all the others wrong - the military bands alwlays played the troops to and from church.
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