I was rewarded by obtaining some little information about Mrs.Matthew.That lady appears to have been a devoted disciple of John Wesley, and was fonder of travelling to divers towns and villages to hear the discourses of that preacher than her husband approved.

It seems they were wont to disagree upon this subject.
For some years before her marriage Mrs.Matthew was a member of a Wesleyan confraternity, in those days newly established at Ullerton.
They held meetings and heard sermons in the warehouse of a wealthy draper; and shortly before Mrs.Matthew's demise they built a chapel, still extant, in a dingy little thoroughfare known as Waterhouse-lane.
On these points my ancient mariner is tolerably clear.

They belong to the period remembered by his father.
And now I believe him to be pumped dry.

I gave him my benediction, and left him smoking some of my tobacco, content with himself and with the world--always excepting the authorities, or board, of the almshouses, against whom he appears to nourish a grievance.
After leaving him, I walked about Ullerton for an hour or so before returning to my humble hostelry.

The streets of Ullerton are sealed with the seal of desolation--the abomination of desolation reigns in the market-place, where the grass flourishes greenly in the interstices of the pavement.