encouraging us to try a note or two at psalm time;
to the gallery congregation's manner of enjoying a
shrill duet, without a notion of time or tune; to the
whity-brown man's manner of shutting the minister into
the pulpit, and being very particular with the lock
of the door, as if he were a dangerous animal.

Elsewhere he found in the choir gallery an 'exhausted
charity school' of four boys and two girls. The congregations
were small, a state of things which at any rate satisfied
Mrs. Lirriper, who had a pew at St. Clement Danes and was
'partial to the evening service not too crowded.'

In _Sunday under Three Heads_ we have a vivid picture of the
state of things at a fashionable church. Carriages roll up,
richly dressed people take their places and inspect each other
through their glasses.

The organ peals forth, the hired singers commence a
short hymn, and the congregation condescendingly rise,
stare about them and converse in whispers.

Dickens passes from church to chapel. Here, he says,

the hymn is sung--not by paid singers, but by the
whole assembly at the loudest pitch of their voices,
unaccompanied by any musical instrument, the words
being given out, two lines at a time, by the clerk.

It cannot be said that, as far as the music is concerned,