OXFORD, June 15th, 1873. 1st Sunday after Trinity.
—We went to S. Barnabas for Matins ; an extreme ritualistic Church, but with nothing I much disliked in the Service except a side-altar!! and the odd take of the Clergy marching in to the Church in "birettas." Fine hearty singing, good clear reading and intoning. But the sermon was misery to us both, from inordinate affectation of delivery and emptiness of matter. "Father" Benson was the man, and I am told he is a saint, which grieves me the more.
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