At the northern side of, and directly adjoining, the chapel there is a small Sunday school, It was erected about 15 years ago; the scholars previous to that time having met in a little building in Lord’s-walk.  The average attendance of scholars at present is about 60.  The chapel, internally, is small, clean, plain, and ancient-looking.  A central aisle runs directly up to the pulpit, and it is flanked with a range of high old-fashioned pews, some being plain, a few lined with a red-coloured material, and several with faded green baize, occasionally tacked back and elaborated with good old-fashioned brass nails.  The seats vary in size, and include both the moderately narrow and the full square for family use.  There are nine variously shaped windows in the building:  through three of them you can see sundry things, ranging from the spire of the Parish Church to the before-mentioned wall with the broken glass top; through some of the others faint outlines of chimneys may be traced.  The chapel is light and comfortable-looking.  There seems to be nothing in the place having the least relationship to ornament except four small gas brackets, which are trimmed up a little, and surmounted with small crosses of the Greek pattern.  At the west end, supported by two pillars, there is a small gallery, in which a few elderly people, the scholars, and the choir are deposited.  The body of the chapel will accommodate about 200 persons.  The average attendance, excluding the scholars, will be perhaps 60.  When we visited the place there were 50 present—­45 downstairs and five in the gallery; and of these, upwards of 30 were females.

The congregation is quite of a genteel and superior character.  There are a few rather poor people embraced in it; but nine out of ten of the regular worshippers belong to either independent or prosperous middle class families.  The congregation, although still “highly respectable,” is not so influential in tone as it used to be.  A few years ago, six or seven county magistrates might have been seen in the chapel on a Sunday, and they were all actual “members” of the body; but death and other causes have reduced the number of this class very considerably, and now not more than two are constant worshippers.  There is neither sham, shoddy, nor rant amongst them.  From one year end to another you will never hear any of them during any of the services rush into a florid yell or reduce their spiritual emotions to a dull groan.  They abstain from everything in the contortional and ejaculative line; quiet contemplative intellectualism appears to reign amongst them; a dry, tranquil thoughtfulness, pervades the body.  They are eclectical, optimic, cool; believe in taking things comfortably; never conjure up during their devotions the olden pictures of orthodoxy; never allow their nerves to be shattered with notions about the “devil,” or the “burning lake” in which sinners have to be tortured for ever and ever; never hear of such things from the pulpit, wouldn’t tolerate them if they did; think that they can get on well enough without them.  They may be right or they may be very wrong; but, like all sections of Christians, they believe their own denominational child the best.