The Rev. W. J. Stuart is the minister of the chapel, and he receives from 70 to 80 pounds a year for his duties.  He has a gentlemanly appearance; looks pretty well considering the nature of his salary; is getting into the grey epoch of life; is not very erudite; but seems well up in scriptural subjects; is sincere, mild, primitive in his notions; has fits of cautiousness and boldness; is precise and earnest in expression; has an “interpretational” tendency in his sacred utterances; is disposed to explain mysteries; likes homilising the people; can talk much; and can be very earnest over it all.  He has fair action, and sometimes gets up to 212 degrees in his preaching.  We won’t say that he is in any sense a wearying preacher; but this we may state, that if his sermons were shorter they would not be quite so long.  And from this he may take the hint.  We are told that the attendance at the chapel is slightly increasing; but as compared with the past it is still very slender.  The admission to either the platform or pulpit of the chapel, not very long ago, of a wandering “Indian chief,” and a number of Revivalists, who told strange tales and talked wildly, has operated, we believe, against the place—­annoyed and offended some, and caused them to leave.  The minister, no doubt, admitted these men with an honest intention; but everybody can’t stand the war-whooping of itinerant Indians, nor the sincere ferociousness of Revivalists; and awkward feelings were consequently generated in some quarters by them.  In the main, Mr. Stuart is a kindly, quiet, gentlemanly person, and barring the little interruption caused by the dubious Indian and the untamed Revivalists, has got on with a small congregation and a bad salary better than many parsons would have been able to do.

CHURCH OF THE ENGLISH MARTYRS.

To this church a name which is general property has been given.  Each of our religious sects can number its martyrs.  In the good old times cruelty was a reciprocal thing amongst professing Christians; it was a pre-eminently mutual affair amongst the two great religious parties in the land—­the Protestants and the Catholics,—­for when one side got into power they slaughtered their opponents, and when the other became paramount the compliment was returned.  The church we have here to describe is dedicated to those English Catholics who, in the stormy days of persecution, were martyred.  It is situated on the northern side of the town, in a new and rapidly increasing part of Preston, at the extreme south-western corner of what used to be called Preston Moor, and on the very spot where men used to be hanged often, and get their heads cut off occasionally.  “Gallows Hill” is the exact site of the Church of the English Martyrs.  And this “hill” is associated with a movement constituting one of the rugged points in our history.  The rebellion of 1715 virtually collapsed at Preston; many fights