poor.  Calmness, with a disposition to find you a seat any time, and provide you with books, characterises them.  They have fixed services, embracing prayers, lessons, psalms, hymns, and chants.  They have an excellent organ, which was given to the place by Mrs. Becconsall; and their music is “ever so fair.”  Their services, on Sundays, are held in the morning and evening, and they can get to the latter much easier and in much better time than to the former.

Once a month there is an afternoon instead of an evening service, the minister having to officiate for a few of the followers of Swedenborg at Blackburn, who can’t afford to pay, or won’t get, or don’t want, a regular expounder of their views.  Mr. Rendell is a rather learnedly-solemn kind of gentleman.  Originally he was a painter; but he had a greater passion for polemics than brushes, and was eventually recommended to, and admitted into “the Church” as a minister.  He reads the scriptures and prays in black kid cloves, but he shows the natural colour of his hands when preaching.  While conducting the preliminary service he wears a white surplice; in the pulpit he has a black gown.  He looks very sacerdotal, coldly-clerical, singularly-sad in each place.  His voice is deep toned and has a melancholy authoritative ring in it.  He is fond of making critical allusions in his sermons; and is rather lengthy in his talk.  Some of the old Puritans used to get to a “nineteenthly point” in their discourses, but Mr. Rendell has not reached that numeric climax.  He can occasionally get to a fifth point, and then subdivide it, before giving that final “word of advice” which parsons are so enamoured of; but he never branches out beyond this stage.  His style of preaching is easy; but it is very solemn.  Occasionally he pushes a little Latin into his discourses and at intervals be graces them with morsels of Greek.  He can be practical sometimes; can say a wise and generous thing at intervals; but he is often very mysterious, and has a large reverence for that which very few people can get at--"the spiritual sense.”  Mr. Rendell is an author as well as a preacher; he has dived into anti-diluvian history, and has tried to bring up mystic treasures from the post-diluvian period.  Furthermore, he has written a prize essay on “The Last Judgment.”  And in addition to everything he is the editor of “The Juvenile Magazine;” but the salary is only poor.  Still he may console himself with the thought that he gets as much for his annual services on behalf of modern juveniles as Milton did for his Paradise Lost on behalf of all posterity—­a clear 5 pounds note.  He has a sharp eye in his head, and there is an aristocratic reverentialness in his look.  Learned he is in some things; but we are afraid he is too profound and sad.  He has a good analytical faculty, and is a very fair polemical writer; but he is very solemn in tone—­very serious, too wise-looking, and phlegmatic.  His style of speaking has the