There is a very fair organ at Wesley Chapel, and the person who plays it does the requisite manipulative business with good ordinary skill.  The choir is a sort of family compact; the members of one household preponderate in it; but its arrangements are well worked, and the music, taking everything into account, is pretty fair.  It is far from being classical; but it will do.  The singing in the galleries and below is full, if not very sweet; is spirited and generously expressed if not so melodious.  Quite the old style of vocalising prevails in some quarters of the place, and it is mainly patronised by old people; they swing backwards and forwards gently and they sing, get into all kinds of keys, experimentally, put their hands on the pew sides or fronts, beating time with the music as the business proceeds, and like singing hymn ends over again.  There is a school beneath the chapel.  On week-days its average attendance is about 115; and on Sundays 450.

We must now for a moment pass on to Moor Park Chapel.  This is a new, and somewhat genteel-looking building—­has a rather “taking” outside, and is inclined to be smart within.  It was opened on the 26th of June, 1862.  A style of architecture closely resembling that of Lancaster-road Congregational Chapel has been followed in its construction.  There is much circular work in its ornamental details; its general arrangements are neat, and well finished; nothing cold or sulkily Puritanical presents itself; a degree of even taste and polish has been observed in its make.  This is a more “respectable” chapel than its companion at the top of Walker-street; its patrons are supposed to be a somewhat richer class.  It will accommodate about 900 people; but, as at Wesley Chapel, so here—­there are more sittings than sitters.  “It has been known to hold 1,300, on an excursion,” said a quiet-minded young man to us when we were at the chapel; but we didn’t understand the young man, couldn’t fathom his “excursion” sentiments, and afterwards threw ourselves into the arms of one of the ministers for numeric protection.  There is a good gallery in the building, and the pillars which support it prop up a sort of arched canopy, like an oblong umbrella, which is too low, too near the head, and must consequently both confine the air, and develope sweating when the place is filled.  There is a neat pulpit in the chapel, and it is ornamented with what seem to be panels of opaque glass.  We were rather distressed on first seeing them, being apprehensive that one of the preachers might, some very fine Sunday, when in a mood more rapturous than usual, send the points of his shoes right through them; but our mind was eased when an explanation was made to the effect:  that the “glass” was ornamental zinc, and that the feet of the preachers couldn’t get near it.  Behind the pulpit there is a circular niche for the members of the choir, who, aided and abetted in musical matters by a pretty good harmonium, acquit themselves respectably.