Another inquest was held at the “Wherry” Inn, on the 27th day of July, 1872, before Mr. F. B. Marriott, coroner, on the body of Horace Martin, who was accidently drowned by falling from his yacht, on the 25th. How soon the scene changes. A few days before all was anticipated—happiness and pleasure, the charms and attractions of the smooth lake, swiftly gliding along in his frail skiff, unconscious of the swiftness of time, and the sadness which not unfrequently terminates this mortal life, and then those precious opportunities which have been so often disregarded and wasted, are gone for ever. The above afflictive bereavement was too great to be supported by the widow. She also died during the following year. “Watch, for ye know not when the time is.” The public auction of Mr. Townsend’s effects came off on the 2nd of January, 1873, that gentleman having died a month previous, November 30th. Mr. Thomas Goff, my old master of harvest, died three weeks later, December 20th. Again the Coroner held an inquest at the same inn. This time it was on the body of Joseph Knights son of William Goldsmith, who was accidentally drowned the previous day from a boat on Oulton Broad. By reason of some cross shooting, that have to a certain extent prevailed, since the cottage was erected, I felt resolved to dispose of the first built ones—the six by the road, with the little one at the back with the gardens, retaining the last purchase and cottage thereon, to be for the benefit of my wife, in the event of her being the survivor, she should not be left destitute. I submitted my burden first to the Lord, from whom I sought direction. I weighed and pondered over it again and again. Then I resolved to consult Mr. Chater, a solicitor at Lowestoft, as to the expediency of a sale, or an annuity, and which of the two would be most preferable. As it was not prudent to proceed in too much haste, that gentleman required a week for consideration of the matter, and then at the expiration of that time the same subject could be renewed. During the interval, I made known to my wife what was in contemplation. It was treated very tamely, as being viewed by one taking a casual glance from a distant standpoint, as if the near approach and investigation was far beneath the attention of one who could for the time being stand aloof, ready to command an immediate surrender, when, as then thought the proper time had arrived, or should do so. Eventually, at my next interview with Mr. Chater, proposals were made as to taking the property off my hands, which were by me accepted. And, although for the last few years, property of that description have risen in value in the neighbourhood, of that I am glad. Yet representations have gone forth which have tended to work prejudice and mischief. I am willing to bend to all these drawbacks, and at present have never had the least cause to regret, but am thankful. This, then, I take to be one of the roads opened to me to