seem most wickedly comfortable.  There is a great deal of heathenish contentment in Vauxhall-road district, and how to make the people living there feel properly miserable until they get into a Christian groove of thought is a mystery which we leave for the solution of parsons.  The interior of Vauxhall-road Particular Baptist Chapel is specially plain and quiet looking, has nothing ornamental in it and at present having been newly cleaned, it smells more of paint than of anything else.  The pews are of various dimensions—­some long, some square, all high—­and, whilst grained without, they are all green within.  This is not intended as a reflection upon the occupants, but is done as a simple matter of taste.  The “members” of the chapel at present are neither increasing nor decreasing—­are stationary; and they wilt number altogether between 50 and 60.  Either the chapel is too near the street, or the street too near the chapel, or the children in the neighbourhood too numerous and noisy; for on Sundays, mainly during the latter part of the day, there is an incessant, half-shouting, half-singing din, from troops of youngsters adjoining, who play all sorts of chorusing games, which must seriously annoy the worshippers.

The music at the chapel is strong, lively, and congregational.  Sometimes there is more cry than wool in it; but taken altogether, and considering the place, it is creditable.  There is neither an organ, nor a fiddle, nor a musical instrument of any sort that we have been able to notice, in the place.  All is done directly and without equivocation from the mouth.  The members of the choir sit downstairs, in a square place fronting the pulpit; the young men—­in their quiet moments—­looking very pleasantly at the young women, the older members maintaining a mild equillibrium at the same time, and all going off stiffly when singing periods arrive.  The hymn books used contain, principally, pieces selected by the celebrated William Gadsby, and nobody in the chapel need ever be harassed for either length or variety of spiritual verse.  They have above 1,100 hymns to choose from, and in length these hymns range from three to twenty-three verses.  Whilst inspecting one of the books recently we came to a hymn of thirteen verses, and thought that wasn’t so bad—­was partly long enough for anybody; but we grew suddenly pale on directly afterwards finding one nearly twice the size—­one with twenty-three mortal verses in it.  It is to be hoped the choir and the congregation will never he called upon to sing right through any hymn extending to that disheartening and elastic length.  We have heard a chapel choir sing a hymn of twelve verses, and felt ready for a stimulant afterwards to revive our exhausted energies; if twenty-three verses had to be fought through at one standing, in our hearing, we should smile with a musical ghastliness and perish.