l to an organ?

"'Dash it, you don't mean a hurdy-gurdy?'"

"'Sherrick,' says I, 'you are no better than a heathen ignoramus. I mean
why shouldn't they sing Handes Church Music, and Church Music in general
in Lady Whittlesea's Chapel? Behind the screen up in the organ-loft
what's to prevent 'em? By Jingo! Your singing-boys have gone to the Cave
of Harmody; you and your choir have split--why should not these ladies
lead it?' He caught at the idea. You never heard the chants more finely
given--and they would be better still if the congregation would but hold
their confounded tongues. It was an excellent though a harmless dodge,
sir: and drew immensely, to speak profanely. They dress the part, sir,
to admiration--a sort of nunlike costume they come in: Mrs. Sherrick has
the soul of an artist still--by Jove, sir, when they have once smelt
the lamps, the love of the trade never leaves 'em. The ladies actually
practised by moonlight in the Chapel, and came over to Honeyman's to an
oyster afterwards. The thing took, sir. People began to take box-seats,
I mean, again:--and Charles Honeyman, easy in his mind through your
noble father's generosity, perhaps inspirited by returning good fortune,
has been preaching more eloquently than ever. He took some lessons of
Husler, of the Haymarket, sir. His sermons are old, I believe; but so to
speak, he has got them up with new scenery, dresses, and effects, sir.
They have flowers, sir, about the buildin'--pious ladies are supposed to
provide 'em, but, entre nous, Sherrick contracts for them with Nathan,
or some one in Covent Garden. And--don't tell this now, upon your
honour!"

"Tell what, F. B.?" asks Clive.

"I got up a persecution against your uncle for Popish practices summoned
a meetin' at the Running Footman, in Bolingbroke Street. Billings the
butterman; Sharwood, the turner and blacking-maker; and the Honourable
Phelin O'Curragh, Lord Scullabogue's son, made speeches. Two or three
respectable families (your aunt, Mrs. What-d'-you-call-'em Newcome,
amongst the number) quitted the Chapel in disgust--I wrote an article of
controversial biography in the P. M. G.; set the business going in the
daily press; and the thing was done, sir. That property is a paying
one to the Incumbent, and to Sherrick over him. Charles's affairs are
getting all right, sir. He never had the pluck to owe much, and if it be
a sin to have wiped his slate clean, satisfied his creditors, and made
Charles eas