after she appreciated the advice it was my happiness to tender on that occasion. I made progress in my trade; the time—4 years, 31 weeks, and 4 days were being reduced, for time flies. My master’s father occupied a small farm in the same parish. Master and I used often to go and help him in busy seasons, such as hay and harvest seasons. I was also allowed to help master’s customers a few days during the harvest, being always supplied with good harvest food; sometimes the strong ale would make me stagger; and, although I had to work harder, somehow I always felt delighted with the change. We had only one service at the parish church each Sunday, that being one reason why I was permitted to attend chapel, and sometimes my friend John and I were allowed to go to the Primitive Chapel, at Beccles. This was during the early ministry of Robert Key; and sometimes we were privileged to listen to that good man, and were instructed and comforted thereby, admiring his plain and easy style of preaching, the gospel of truth and love, through the atonement and satisfaction of our Lord Jesus Christ, and the infinite importance of being saved from wrath through Him. The good Lord crowned this man’s efforts with abundant success, and he became a “burning and a shining light.” My master was a kind of sportsman; he kept a gun, also a dog, and occasionally used them. We were friendly with the gamekeeper, and as we did not annoy or pursue the game, no notice was taken of the master. I say “we,” for I was allowed to use the gun, and shoot as many wood-pigeons as I could during the winter seasons, for we could not work much at the trade during the sharp weather. The family increased—a third son was born named Robert; in process of time a fourth named Samuel. Master built a workshop, for the cottage was becoming too small. He suggested that I should lodge in the new building. I preferred staying in the old quarters, and ultimately was permitted to do so to the end of my engagement. I had often to go very long journeys on Sunday mornings—especially those Sundays when there was no service at church—to Ellough, to Hulver, to Henstead, to Mutford, and sometimes through Beccles to Gillingham, and on one occasion I went with master to Bungay on business. In this and many other ways the Sabbath was greatly desecrated, while the world with its fascinations and alurements obtained faithful service. About this time a very tragical affair occurred in our parish. My friend’s master was on his way home from Beccles, one Saturday night, very late, when, before he arrived at his house, he was attacked by a ruffian, beaten about the head, and almost killed. It was said he would have been quite murdered, but he had a very thick hairy head—something like a negro’s—by reason thereof the blows did not take fatal effect.