We attended Divine service at a little church in the vicinity—a curious remnant of antiquity, a quarter part of which must originally have been taken up by a monument to one of the family of Balington, long possessed of local influence here, but now passed away. The canopy still remains complete, and is peculiar for its anagram of the name, in a row of children, each peeping out of a turn, making a species of architectural frieze. There has been an addition made to the edifice evidently for the use of the Lord’s family. Perhaps there were fifty people. Services by a German, who is officiating temporarily, as a I understood. A rare thing in an English pulpit. His accent and intonation were perceptible, but his reading and unusually good. After luncheon we all took a long walk. Lord Belper led the way to a place called Thrompton, on a hill from the lower part o fit had been excavations for gypsum. Here was a pretty view of the Trent and the Soar on the two sides, with a sketch of fine intenale. The evening was quietly passed in conversation.128