at Norwich school translated a passage
from the 'Hecuba' of Euripides, in which the aged queen is described as
'leaning upon a crooked staff,' by 'leaning upon a _crome_ stick,' which
I still think was a very happy rendering.

"Not far also from the rectory was a cottage, in which lived a family by
the name of Catton. Close to the cottage was a well, worked by buckets.
When the bucket was not being let down, the well was protected by a cover
made of two hurdles, which fell down and met in the middle. These
hurdles, be it noted, were old and apparently rotten. One day I was
playing near the well, and nothing would, I suppose, satisfy me but I
must climb up and creep over the well. In the act of doing this I was
seen by Mrs Catton, who saved me, perhaps, from falling down the well,
and carried me home, detailing the great escape. Well do I remember, not
so much the whipping, as the being shut up in a dark closet behind the
study. So strong was and is the impression, that, on visiting Rendlesham
as archdeacon, when I was sixty years old, on going up to the rectory-
house I asked especially to see this dark closet. There it was, dark and
unchanged since fifty-six years ago; and at the sight of it I had no
comfortable recollection, nor have I now.

"In the year 1814 was a great feast on the Green--a rejoicing for the
peace. One thing still sticks to my memory, and that is the figure of
Mrs Sheming, a farmer's wife. She was a very large woman, and wore a
tight-fitting white dress, with a blue ribbon round her waist, on which
was printed 'Peace and Plenty.'

"In the year 1815 we spent the summer in London, in a house in Brunswick
Square, which overlooked the grounds of the Foundling Hospital. Three
events of that year have always remained impressed on my memory. The
first was the death of little Mary, our only sister. She must have been
a strangely precocious child, since at barely three years old she could
wellnigh read. My mother, who died fifty-two years after in her eighty-
third year, on each year when Mary's death came round took out her
clothes, kept so long, and, after airing them, put them away in their own
drawer. The second event, which I well remember, was being taken out to
see the illuminations for the battle of Waterloo. I can perfectly
remember the face of Somerset House, all ablaze with coloured lamps. The
third event was the funeral of a poor girl named Elizabeth Fenning." {11}

And there t