At the back of the chapel there is a Sunday-school.  It was built in 1849.  The number of scholars “on the books” is 120, and the average attendance will be about 90.  In connection with the school there is a nice little library, and if the children read the books in it, and legitimately digest their contents, they will be brighter than some of their parents.  There are two Sunday services at the chapel—­one in the morning, and the other in the evening.  No religious meetings are held in it during weekdays; the minister couldn’t stand them; he is getting old and rotund; and, constitutionally, finds it quite hard enough to preach on Sundays.  “He would be killed,” said one of the deacons to us the other day, in a very earnest and sympathetic manner, “if he had to preach on week days—­he’s so stout, you know, and weighs so heavy.”  We hardly think he would be killed by it.  Standing in a narrow pulpit for a length of time must necessarily be fatiguing to him; but why can’t things be made easy?  If a high seat--a tall, broad, easy, elastic-bottomed chair—­were procured and fixed in the pulpit, he could sit and preach comfortably; or a swing might be procured for him.  Such a contrivance would save his feet, check his perspiration, and console his dorsal vertebra.  We suggest the propriety of securing a chair or a swing.  It would be grand preaching and swinging.

The congregation at Vauxhall-road Chapel is pre-eminently of a working-class character.  Nearly the whole of the pew holders are factory people; not above six or seven of them find employment outside of mills.  They are a plain, honest, enthusiastic, home-spun class of folk.  A few there may be amongst the lot who are authoritative, or saucy, or ill-naturedly solemn; but the generality are simple-dealing, quaintly-exhuberant, oddly-straightforward, and primitively-pious people—­distinctly sincere, periodically eccentric, and fond of a good religious outburst, a shining spiritual fandango now, and then.

As we have before intimated the minister of the Chapel is Mr. Thomas Haworth.  During the first 18 years of his ministry he received 20s. a week for his services; for three years afterwards he got 25s.; during the last two he has had 30s. per week; and his temporal consolation is involved in a sovereign and a half at present.  Be is 54 years of age, has had very little education, believes in telling the truth as far as he knows it, and cares for nobody.  He has a strongly intuitive mind; is full of human nature; is broad-faced, very fat and thoroughly English in look:  has a chin which is neither of the nutmeg nor the cucumber order, but simply double; weighs heavier than any other parson in Preston; couldn’t run; gets out of breath and pants when he goes up the pulpit stairs; has his own ideas, and likes sticking to them, about everything; has neither cunning nor deception in him; is rough but honest; is without polish but full of common sense; would have been a good companion