The chapel is but one of the recitation-rooms,--and, like all the others, is fitted with the plainest unpainted tables and benches. Two gentlemen read the lessons and a short form of prayer, prepared, I think, by Mr. Maurice himself,--and so adapted to the place and the occasion. Thirty or more of the students were present. I dare not say that it was a piece of Working-Men's College good-fellowship,--but, led either by that or by English hospitality, one of the gentlemen who officiated, to whom I had introduced myself with no privilege but that of a "fellow-commoner" at the College, not only showed me every courtesy there, but afterwards offered me every service which could facilitate my objects in London. This fact is worth repeating, because it shows, at least, what is possible in such an institution. After an introduction so cordial, it may well be supposed that I often looked in on the College of an evening. If I were in that part of the town when evening came on, I made the Library my club-room, to write a note or to waste an hour. I am sure, that, had it been in my power, I should have dropped in often,--so pleasant was it to watch the modest work of the place, and the energy of the crowded rooms,--and so new to me the aspects of English life it gave. I felt quite sure that the College was gaining ground, on the whole. I can easily understand that some classes drag,--perhaps some studies, which the managers would be most glad to see successful. But, on the whole, there seems spirit and energy,--and of course success.