I have arranged to walk over to Stoke Fleming this afternoon with F., and accordingly we start as soon as we can land after dinner. We take it easy, so it is an hour before we arrive at our destination. The road leads across the hills at the back of Dartmouth towards the open sea, which here breaks at the foot of steep and high cliffs. We are each provided with a book, and finding a shady place on the cliffs, we have a rest and a read. We can see the schooner yacht _Syren_ at sea, with a party of cadets out for a cruise. The schooner _Arrow_, for the first and second terms, is not yet in sight. I expect she will have some difficulty in getting out of the harbour, the wind being light and the tide against her, and the _Arrow_ sailing about as well as an average washing-tub. The _Syren_ seems to be rolling rather, as there is a slight swell from yesterday. It is nearly four o'clock now, and we begin to feel the pangs of hunger, so consider it is about time to proceed on our way to the shop held by Mrs. Fox and Mrs. Martin, commonly known as 'Ma Fox's,' where a capital tea can be obtained for a very moderate sum. 'Ma Fox' is pretty well up in the manners and customs of cadets. She sports the Prince of Wales's feathers over the shop door, having been patronised by the two Royal cadets. F. and I get the third term room to ourselves, and order a meal consisting of cocoa, potted meat, sardines, and bread and jam, to which we do ample justice; and having squared up with the old dame, we walk slowly back to the field, where we see the last of the cricket match between our first eleven and one of the neighbouring cricket clubs. We are victorious again." The above extract gives a very fair idea of life on board, from the cadet's point of view. The description of the trip to Totnes on the "whole" does not intimately concern the _Britannia_; but one or two more extracts must be given, as throwing a little more light on certain points. The writer describes how, on Sunday afternoon, he and two comrades land on the Kingswear side, taking with them two "news" who are often in their company. "Ralston, another of their term, respectfully accosts me, and asks permission to come too. He is a likely looking lad, so I graciously consent to his joining us. Arrived on shore, we repair to our 'sanc,' which is a nook we have chosen in a small wood. It is roofed over with branches woven together, and the 'news' set to work to gather fresh bracken for us. When we consider it sufficiently comfortable, we establish ourselves with our books, and they proceed to a small 'sanc' of their own, within hail of us, which they have made in their leisure time. They are also provided with literature. This is part of the fearful fagging system, of which so many complaints are made."