of three days I was better, and informed Simpson that I intended getting up. "Simpson," I said, as I sat in the comfortable chair which he had prepared for me, "you told me on the night we came here that you had been brought up a Wesleyan Methodist." "Yes, sir," was Simpson's reply. "Are you of that persuasion still?" "Well, yes, sir; I suppose so, sir." "Have you been to any of their chapels lately?" "Not very often, sir." "Is there a Wesleyan minister who lives at St. Issey?" "No, sir. You see, St. Issey Chapel is only one of the little places in the circuit. A minister, sir, lives five miles from here, and only comes about twice a quarter. I have the circuit plan here, sir. Would you like to see it?" "It would be a curiosity, anyhow," I replied, and a little later Simpson put a sheet of printed paper in my hand. This sheet informed me that St. Issey was in the Lanhydrock Circuit, and, with twelve other chapels, was supplied by two ministers and a number of other men called local preachers. "I see that the superintendent minister is called Mr. Bendle. Have you ever met him?" I asked. "No, sir; but I have heard that he is a very good man. When I was a boy, sir, St. Issey Chapel was crowded; but people don't go to Chapel as they used to." "No? How is that?" I asked. "Well, sir, it seems as though people have become very worldly, and many have given up Chapel-going altogether." "And the Parish Church—do many people go there?" "Just a few, sir; but not many, I am afraid." "I should like to know," I said. "Indeed, sir?"