Charles Flaxman, another of my old neighbours, died at Lowestoft on the above date, April 9th, 1877. And also yet another taken in the same week, Mrs. Sarah Morris (late Suggate,) fell down the stairs in her house, and was afterwards found quite dead. But the most joyous testimony is, they all died in the faith, and through that grace having obtained a good report, have now entered into possession of what they here held in reversion, a promise of the life to come. The children of God have sometimes comfortable anticipations of the glory that shall be revealed when faith pierces within the veil, whither Jesus our forerunner is gone before, and as in the language of the spies of old, “We have seen the land and behold it is very good, when shall we go up and take possession.” “When shall we get through the desert.” Mr. John Knights, of whom I had bought my piece of land, died December 2nd, 1877. When shall we receive the end of our faith, even the full salvation of our souls? How long, O Lord, holy and true? why tarry the wheels of thy chariot? return unto thy rest, O my soul, the Lord deals bountifully. Inquest held at the “Lady of the Lake” Inn, on the body of Emily Charlotte, daughter of William Scarll, aged 5 years, who was mortally injured by the wheel of a cart passing over her body, on the 12th of August, 1878, during a sharp thunderstorm, she died on the 18th, and the inquest was held on the 20th, before C. W. Chaston, Esq., coroner. The parents are sorrowful. “When virtuous sorrow clouds the face, And tears bedim the eye; The soul is led to solemn thought, And wafted to the sky.” The new board school was opened May 27th of this year, Mr. Gray, master. James Knights, the elder, died the latter end of May. His son John died on the 2nd of August, aged 56 years; he had been for many weeks afflicted. My good old neighbour, Mrs. Phebe Adams, died at Yarmouth, at the house of her younger son Alfred, on the 16th of October, aged 86 years (this was the fortieth anniversary of my marriage). She was brought to Oulton and laid beside her husband who had died eight years earlier. Mr. Woolterton (called Dr.) had resided here about twenty years, and departed this life on the 17th of October, aged 32 years, and was buried at Oulton. Two more of my neighbours are called away: David Bullen, on the 15th of August, 1879, aged 82 years, after a long affliction; and also Mrs. High, on the 21st of August, also after years of suffering, aged 78 years. “Thou turnest man to destruction, again thou sayest come again ye children of men.”