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is worth while submittiag to some inconvenience. In 

 the afternoon I walked up to Tottenham Court Road, 

 and looked up the chapel bmlt by Whitfield, the 

 scene of his useful la.bors ia London. If you read, as 

 I think you did, Philip's " Life of Whitfield," you 

 must take some interest in this place.^ I found the 

 chapel a large but outlandish buildiug, with an in- 

 scription over one of the entrances, stating that the 

 building was erected by George Whitfield. Within 

 is a tablet to the memory of Mrs. Whitfield, who is 

 buiied here, and a monumental inscription to Whit- 

 field himself (which I regret I did not copy), mention- 

 ing the date of his death at Newburyport, near Boston. 

 The preacher this afternoon (for I believe there is 

 more than one who officiates here) was the Rev. Mr. 

 Wight, who gave an impressive, practical sermon from 

 the concluding clause of the last verse of Romans viii. : 

 " The love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord." 

 It was, I think, rather above his audience, which I am 

 sorry to say was exceedingly small. Indeed I hope it 

 is generally better filled, but I should not have ex- 

 pected so great a falling off in the attendance of plain 

 unfashionable people in the afternoon. These Whit- 

 fieldians are, one would think, farther separated from 

 the Established Church than Wesleyans (which was 

 certainly not the case in Whitfield's time, who refused 

 to take any steps to establish a sect apart from the 

 Church of England) ; for in the Wesleyan chapel I at- 

 tended the Hturgy was read, but here we had none 

 of it. Only last summer I read a biography of Whit- 

 field with much attention ; and it was very interesting 

 to worship in this chapel of his. It recalls more in- 

 teresting associations than Westminster Abbey or any 



1 PuUed down in 1891. 



