Wilson said, 'Not one drop of anything will we give you, or do anything else, excepting on our own terms. Bring a flat wash tub, if there is one at hand,' and they at once found a large shallow wooden one, the place being, it seems, used for washing. He then told them to bring him a gallon of beer, which they quickly did. 'Now,' he said, 'pour it into the tub.' He paid for the ale, and the door was opened, and he said, 'Now let the pigs drink'; and while they were all struggling for the liquor we all walked into the street, having been completely sold by whoever gave out that there was a ball. I never was in such another blackguard assembly in my life." I am tempted to proceed because Sir Llewelyn gives us a new view of the Suffolk coast. "We sailed from Harwich to Yarmouth in company with two of the fastest 25-tonners afloat, viz., the _Ino_, and the _Prima Donna_; the third, the _Seiont_, though she went to Yarmouth, did not sail in our company. I have seen every one of the three beat the others at East Coast regattas, and I fancy yachting men will appreciate the following curious statement. "The _Seiont_ and _Ino_ were singularly well matched in beating to windward, and up to the turning-point of a race they were always close together, but the _Seiont_ had an ugly trick in running before a strong breeze of cocking up her stern, and the _Ino_ would pass and leave her far behind in a long run. "The _Prima Donna_ was not nearly equal on the wind to either of the two others, but if (which is not often the case) she had a long run without being close-hauled she beat both, and thus I saw each of the three successful over the others.