Within a large dimly-lighted room, a number of people were assembled, partly seated in rude pews, and partly on benches.
Beneath a kind of altar, a few yards from the door, stood three men--the middlemost was praying in Welsh in a singular kind of chant, with his arms stretched out.

I could distinguish the words, "Jesus descend among us! sweet Jesus descend among us--quickly." He spoke very slowly, and towards the end of every sentence dropped his voice, so that what he said was anything but distinct.

As I stood within the door, a man dressed in coarse garments came up to me from the interior of the building, and courteously, and in excellent Welsh, asked me to come with him and take a seat.

With equal courtesy, but far inferior Welsh, I assured him that I meant no harm, but wished to be permitted to remain near the door, whereupon with a low bow he left me.

When the man had concluded his prayer, the whole of the congregation began singing a hymn, many of the voices were gruff and discordant, two or three, however, were of great power, and some of the female ones of surprising sweetness.