The service was in English, and the elder gentleman preached; there was good singing and chanting.
After dinner I sat in an arbour in the perllan, thinking of many things, amongst others, spiritual.

Whilst thus engaged, the sound of the church bells calling people to afternoon service came upon my ears.

I listened, and thought I had never heard bells with so sweet a sound.

I had heard them in the morning, but without paying much attention to them, but as I now sat in the umbrageous arbour, I was particularly struck with them.
Oh how sweetly their voice mingled with the low rush of the river, at the bottom of the perllan.

I subsequently found that the bells of Llangollen were celebrated for their sweetness.