At the appointed time, we took our departure, the weather being fine and the country charming; and, there being no necessity for fast travelling, we were enabled to admire the beauties of Nature, and to scan the various operations which were being carried on in the fields and roads as we passed. Norwich, in due time, was reached. My mistress and her daughter were driven to the residence of their friends, and I received instructions to proceed with the vehicle to a livery stable, situate in St. Giles’, where the ponies were fed and rested, I afterwards proceeding to my lodgings. The next morning we were all astir, and, after having partaken of breakfast, we again proceeded onwards. Mr. Pilgrim, coroner—whose duties might have led him thither—accompanied us to Dereham, and for the purpose of placing him down, and also for feeding the ponies, we pulled up at the Eagle Hotel. Resuming our journey, the great coach passed us as we were nearing our destination, and the Manor House, at Swaffham, was soon reached. The nuptials were celebrated, Mr. William Clarke and his bride left for their honeymoon. I don’t think that I have ever seen them since. During our visit, of a week’s duration, in the day time I was at the Manor House, but at night I slept at the house of the farm bailiff, at the neat little lodge. Swaffham church is possessed of a very handsome tower, the bells of which rang out beautifully on that happy occasion. It was a joyful season—the whole town seemed as if they must be real joy birds, as the bridegroom was the only child of his aged parents. I attended church on the Sabbath morning, there being a large congregation assembled within its walls; and in the afternoon visited the Baptist Chapel with Alice (one of the servants at the Manor House) and heard a very solemn discourse, delivered by Mr. Hewitt, the minister at that place. The Union House was then being built, and I have not seen it since it was completed. We drove round several villages—Sporle, Castleacre, and Southacre. Thus the time passed on, until the period arrived for us to make our return journey. In doing so, we again stayed a night in Norwich, and subsequently, thanks for the mercies of our God, we arrived safe at Oulton. During the same year, 1837, Mrs. Clarke’s only brother was borne to a cold grave, being only 42 years of age. He had just been altering the house and premises to his own mind, when he was called away from this transitory state. My youngest brother also sickened and died in this year, at the age of 22, having been born in the month in which the battle of Waterloo was fought. Seeing our days are as a vapour, every sorrow cuts a string and urges us to rise. Thus we are called to experience the various scenes of light and shade through which we have to pass in prosecuting our journey to our final home.