d the
pew system. He has as graceful a gothic chapel as heart could desire;
his place of worship is reverential and in keeping with its character.
'That man of primitive piety,' as glorious old Isaak Walton termed him,
Mr. George Herbert, says in his Temple:--

'quit thy state,
All equal are within the church's gate.'

Such certainly is the language of Mr. Morris's chapel, and such I imagine
more or less would be the language of Mr. Morris himself.

Having entered the chapel and got a seat, a matter of some little
difficulty,--for the place, which is not very large, is almost always
full,--of course you naturally look in the direction of the pulpit.
There you will see a man in the prime of life, of average size, with a
light complexion, with a head nearly bald, and with what little hair it
can boast of a colour popularly known as sandy. The head is well shaped,
round and compact, and complete. Mr. Morris's appearance is that of a
recluse, of a student of books and his own thoughts rather than of
manners and of men. He wears no gown, but, nevertheless, has an
ecclesiastical appearance, partly possibly resulting from the fact of his
wearing an M.B. waistcoat. M.B., perhaps it may be as well to observe on
the authority of a late Edinburgh Reviewer, means Mark of the Beast, and
was a term used by clerical tailors to denote those square, closely
buttoned vests, much affected at one time by curates and other young
people suspected of a Puseyite tendency. Mr. Morris's voice is loud, but
not very agreeable. He has a singular mannerism which is anything but
pleasant till you are used to it, and when, as was the case the last time
I heard him preach, the reverend gentleman asks--'Ow shall we lay up for
ourselves treasure in Eaven?' you are apt to forget the gravity of the
occasion, and to indulge yourself with a feeble smile.

In what Mr. Morris himself says, however, you will find no occasion for a
smile. What he says is worth hearing. In this unsettled age you will
see that he has settled convictions--that his religion is a real
thing--that it is that which his intellect has fed on--that by which he
has squared his life--that by the truth of which he lives, and by the
lamp of which he is prepared to find his way when he comes to the valley
of the shadow of death. The peculiarity of Mr. Morris as a preacher
seems to me to be healthy manliness. He preaches as a man to men. Those
whom he address