We have had opportunity to attend but one public religious service in London, in the daily cathedral service at St. Paul’s. It was nearly the same as at the Worcester cathedral. The choir is a little larger, but the same irreverent hurrying prevails. The manner of treating the cadences in the chant I like, for there is no singing, drawling style, but the tones are short and words quickly spoken; but with respect to the chanting in other respects, or in general, it is all confused, inarticulate, rapid and unsatisfactory — still it is not relatively, perhaps, much quicker than the other parts of the service. A company of hungry ones in a second or third-rate American hotel do not eat their dinner in greater speed than these humble confessions and prayers are recited.