At first, majestic as it should be, but soon his left hand began to get unruly among the bass notes, then the right cut up a few monkey shines in the treble; left threw in a large assortment of quavers, right led off with a grand flourish and a few dozen variations; left struggled manfully to keep up, but soon gave out, dead beat, and after that went back to first principles, and hammered away religiously at Old Hundred, in spite of the antics of its fellow; right struck up a march, marched into a quick step, quickened into a gallop; left still kept at Old Hundred; right put in all sorts of fantastic extras, to entice the left from its sense of propriety; left still unmoved; right put in a few bars of a popular waltz; left wavers a little; right strikes up a favorite polka; left evidently yielding; right dashes into a jig; left now fairly deserts its colors and goes over to the enemy, and both commence an animated hornpipe, leaving poor Old Hundred to take care of itself. Then with a crash, a squeak, a rush, a roar, a rumble, and an expiring groan, the overture concluded and service began. First, a prayer; then a response; prayer; response; by the priest and people alternately, like the layers of bread and butter, and ham and mustard in a sandwich; then a little sing, then a little preach, then more petitions and more responses. Damphool read the entire service, Minister's cues included, and sung all the hymns. I noticed that Bull Dogge gave all the responses with a great deal of energy and vigor. He said he always liked to come to this kind of Church, because when they jawed religion at him, he could jaw back. Kept as cool as I could, but could not help looking round now and then to see the show. Elderly lady on my right, very devout, gilt edged prayer-book, gold-covered fan, feathers in her bonnet, rings on her fingers, and for all I know, "bells on her toes." Antiquated gentleman in same slip, well preserved but somewhat wrinkled, smells of Wall street, gold spectacles, gold-headed cane, put three cents in the plate. Fashionable little girl on the left--two flounces on her pantalettes, and a diamond ring _over_ her glove. Young America looking boy, four years old, patent leather boots, standing collar, gloves, cane, and cigar case in his pocket. Foppish young man with adolescent moustache, pumps, legs _a la_ spermaceti candles, shirt front embroidered _a la_ 2.40 race horse, cravat _a la_ Julien, vest _a la_ pumpkin pie, hair _a la_ soft soap, coat-tails _a la_ boot-jack, which when parted discovered a view of the Crystal Palace by gas-light on the rear of his pantaloons, wristbands _a la_ stove pipe, hat _a la_ wild Irishman, cane to correspond; total effect _a la_ Shanghae.