After five, went to the Magdalen. We got there early, before the chapel was a third part full; but before the service began it was full in every part, containing, I suppose, at least six or seven hundred people. Everything about it very decent, and well kept and ordered. It was well lighted up with no less than ninety-six spermaceti candles. The preaching not good; the singing of the hymns and psalms from the women behind the high screen of green stuff, which entirely hides them from the audience, agreeable and affecting; indeed, I think the Evening Hymn always so. One or two of the voices were very sweet, and the rest did in chorus.