If we were to go to one of the fashionable churches of London to listen to a preacher whose name is a household word, we should be struck with the likeness of that distinguished divine to the lodging-house valet. The likeness is accounted for by the fact that they are brothers. Both were at Harrow, both were at Oxford. But one this Sunday morning is preaching to a wealthy West End congregation, and is on the straight road to a bishopric, while the other is "valeting" a beggar in a common lodging-house. Clergymen themselves come here sometimes. There is one who comes constantly--generally late at night. He has a cubicle, for which he pays sixpence. However late he may come in, he generally leaves early, before most of the lodgers are about. He never enters the common kitchen. Sometimes he is shabby and down at heel. Sometimes he appears to have had a little luck, and his appearance is neater. Why a clergyman reduced to using a common lodging-house should retain the distinguished marks of clerical attire it is difficult to say. The deputy is the only person who has had an opportunity of studying him closely. The deputy, who is an excellent judge of character, thinks that the clerical get-up is a dodge; that the man is an impostor. But the proprietor, who, on two occasions, has spoken with his guest, is certain that there is no imposture--that the man is a Clerk in Holy Orders who has come upon evil times. He has been using the lodging-house off and on for the past five years. Once in the rack at the door there was a letter for him. The envelope had a black border, and was addressed simply "Mr. William Venn." Letters at the lodging-house are not given to the first person who claims them. Unless a guest is thoroughly well known he is expected to give some proof that he is the person named on the envelope. In this instance Mr. Venn produced a couple of letters from his pocket. Both were addressed to the Rev. William Venn--I am not giving the correct name--at the General Post Office, "to be called for." When he came to the lodging-house again there was a black band round the dilapidated high hat he always wore. He only came back once after he was in mourning. No one at the lodging-house saw him again for some time. Shortly afterwards a solicitor's clerk came to make inquiries. His firm were particularly anxious to find the Rev. William Venn, who was entitled to a considerable sum of money by the death of a relative. The last known address of the reverend gentleman was this lodging-house, to which a relative had sent him the news of his wife's death in a lunatic asylum. The proprietor took the address of the solicitors, and promised to communicate with them should the clergyman come again. A year afterwards the clergyman did come--more wretched-looking, more woe-begone than ever.