The Wapshot Family were numerous and faithful.

Glanders and his children regularly came to church: so did one of the apothecaries.
Mrs.Pybus went, turn and turn about, to the Low Town church, and to the Abbey: the Charity School and their families of course came; Wapshot's boys made a good cheerful noise, scuffling with their feet as they marched into church and up the organ-loft stair, and blowing their noses a good deal during the service.

To be brief, the congregation looked as decent as might be in these bad times.

The Abbey Church was furnished with a magnificent screen, and many hatchments and heraldic tombstones.
The Doctor spent a great part of his income in beautifying his darling place; he had endowed it with a superb painted window, bought in the Netherlands, and an organ grand enough for a cathedral.
But in spite of organ and window, in consequence of the latter very likely, which had come out of a Papistical place of worship and was blazoned all over with idolatry, Clavering New Church prospered scandalously in the teeth of Orthodoxy; and many of the Doctor's congregation deserted to Mr.Simcoe and the honourable woman his wife.
Their efforts had thinned the very Ebenezer hard by them, which building before Simcoe's advent used to be so full, that you could see the backs of the congregation squeezing out of the arched windows thereof.

Mr.
Simcoe's tracts fluttered into the doors of all the Doctor's cottages, and were taken as greedily as honest Mrs.Portman's soup, with the quality of which the graceless people found fault.