I went yesterday morning to St. Paul's [Knightsbridge]. I never liked anything so much as Mr. Bennett’s sermon; never disliked anything so much as the performance of the service, a sort of parody of what I do not like at Rome. The clergyman who read the service hummed it over in a monotonous rapid mutter, the new way I am told. The music constant, troublesome, lively, inefficient, so that the Litany was like charity school children divided by London cries. But then came Mr. Bennett, admirable, simple. The soundest doctrine, warmest piety, and most practical result. So here were all the pours et contres of Tractarianism. Excellence in fact, with why those things à côté? We went to the Temple Church at three. Too long, nearly two hours, beautiful music and a very bad preacher.