opened, attends regularly when health permits:  Trinity Church is, of course, in the hands of trustees, and as people of an inquiring turn of mind sometimes wonder who they are we will give their names.  Here are the trustees:  Mr. T. B. Addison, Mr. John Cooper, Mr. Thos.  Walmsley, Mr. John Swainson, Mr. John Bickerstaffe, Mr. Thomas Houlker, and Mr. Isaac Gate.  The present churchwardens are Mr. W. Fort and Mr. W. H. Smith, and they have discharged their duties—­ looked after the church, kept it clean, preserved its order—­in thoroughly commendable style.  Testimonials are due for their services.

The music at Trinity Church has for a considerable period been a troublesome, irregular, unsatisfactory thing.  Years ago it was fine; there was full cathedral service in the church then; and the orchestral performances were attractive.  But dullness and poorness are now their characteristics.  The organ is one of the best in the town; its tones are fine and musical; it could perhaps be improved in one or two particulars; but everything in it is good as far as it goes.  The tunes, however, which come from it are of a very ordinary character.  Some of them may be tasteful; but the bulk seem weak and wearisome—­lack fine-flowing harmony, and can neither be joined in nor appreciated by many parties.  The members of the choir are not a very lustrous class of vocalists; but they do their best, and appear to fight through the musical fog surrounding them very patiently.  We believe the tunes are selected by the incumbent.  If so, let us hope that he will see the propriety of recognising something a little brisker and more classical—­something rather livelier and more popularly relishable.  Many clergymen simply select the hymns and leave the music to the choir:  the incumbent might try this plan as an experiment.  Squabbling about music, carping, and fighting, and biting about it, have in the past done much harm to Trinity Church.  There is more peace now than there used to be amongst the singers; but there will never be very much contentment, and never much harmony of music, until they are permitted to moderately follow the custom of other places—­to swim with the tide—­and have a reasonable share of their own way.  Singers can, as a rule, quarrel enough among themselves when in the enjoyment of the fullest privileges; and interference with their services, if they are really worth anything, only makes them more ill-natured, angular, and combative.  They are awkward people to deal with, and have strange likings for “hot water.”

The minister of Trinity Church is the Rev. J. T. Brown, and his salary amounts to about 300 pounds a year.  He was christened at the place; was in after years curate of it; and is now its incumbent.  About two years ago, when he came to the church in the last-named capacity, the congregation was wretchedly thin—­awfully scarce, and just on the borders of invisibility.  It has since improved a little; but working up a forsaken