appointment must not be alienated from its main purpose.  These voices, scientifically as they will be exercised, must not sing in solos, duos, trios, or quartettes; they must be faithful to their institution, and must lead the congregation; not merely exhibit themselves, like the professional singers in the Roman Catholic chapels, but direct the voices of all that may feel the animating force of the 89th Psalm—­

  Lord God of hosts thy wond’rous ways,
    Are sung by saints above!
  And saints on earth their honours raise
    To thy unchanging love!

The only instance I have met with in any of the London churches or chapels of the Church of England (there may be others) is at the St. James’s Chapel, near Mornington Place, on the road to Hampstead.  I attended at that place of worship lately, and was delighted with the whole of the services, wishing only that greater numbers of the congregation had joined in the singing, which was conducted precisely on the principle of four being appointed to lead the congregation:  the four voices were excellent, and naturally and easily led many to join, and I cannot doubt, but that this superior arrangement, whoever was the author, will tend to make the singing in that chapel an example to many others.

I lament that I am obliged to leave town, and may not be here again for several months, but when I do, I shall humbly offer my services to the clergyman of the chapel, for the improvement of so judicious a plan, and extending it to other chapels of the same parish.

I should offer some apology for not having noticed the discourses, though my remarks originate and have been chiefly confined to the psalmody.  I will not, however, let this opportunity pass of saying the sermons, both morning and evening, were excellent, the attention of every part of the congregation was great; throughout all the services there was, while the minister was speaking, and the people not required to join, a most interesting but attentive silence, and in the evening I retired with a sympathetic feeling which I cannot describe.

In my next (should this receive your attention) I shall send you a few remarks on the psalmody of the new churches of Marylebone and Trinity.

CHRISTIANUS,
A Cathedral Chorister.

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THE LAY FROM HOME.

(For the Mirror.)

  Its music beareth o’er my widow’d heart
  A tale of vanish’d innocence and love,
  And bliss that screw’d around the ark of life
  Sweet flow’rs of summer hue.  It hath the tone,
  The very tone which wrapt my spirit up,
  In silent dreams mid visions.  Oft, at eve,
  I heard it wandering thro’ the silver air,
  As if some sylph had witch’d the stringed shell
  Of woods and lonely fountains:—­and the birds
  That sang in the blue glow of heaven, the trees
  That whisper’d like a timid maiden’s lips,
  The bees that kiss’d their bride-flow’rs into sleep,
  All breath’d the spell of that enchanting lay!