ury this gaol was as defective as that of prisons generally.
Under the ground is an apartment called the hold, with iron rings fixed
to a heavy beam of wood crossing the floor. To this beam--in olden
times--prisoners were wont to be chained. The sufferings of these
unfortunate persons stirred up the heart of a Christian woman, Sarah
Martin, residing in Yarmouth. Though compelled to support herself as a
dressmaker, she devoted much of her time, as did John Howard and
Elizabeth Fry, to visiting her suffering fellow-creatures. For
twenty-four years she thus laboured, visiting day after day the
prisoners and malefactors in the town gaol. There was no one on earth
to reward her, no one to thank her; but she trusted in God, and gave Him
the praise that she was thus able to labour in His service. By her
instrumentality many who were looked upon as hardened wretches by their
fellow-men were brought to the foot of the cross as penitent sinners.
When she lay dying, a friend asked, "What shall I read?" her answer was
one word, "Praise." To the question, "Are there any clouds?" she
answered, "None: He never hides His face; it is our sins which form the
cloud between us and Him. He is all love, all light." And when the
hour of her departure was come, her exclamation was, "Thank God! thank
God!"

We read this account of the humble dressmaker near the spot where she
laboured, and from whence her spirit took its flight to be with Him whom
she had served on earth.

Between the old walls and the sea a new town has sprung up, with fine
terraces facing the water, and a battery at either end; running out from
it, over a narrow part of the Dene, into the ocean are three piers. The
one known as "the Jetty," from its jutting out into the sea, is between
the others. It is composed of strong oaken piles driven into the soil
and braced together with wooden beams, further secured by iron
fastenings. During heavy weather, at high tide, the sea breaks
completely over the end, while at low-tide it is left almost completely
dry. Of late it has been considerably extended. We walked to the end,
to have a look at the town, with its towers and windmills rising from
amid the smaller houses. Near the beach we visited the Fishermen's
Chapel, to which an Institute is attached, containing a library,
reading-room, etcetera.

Along the shore are several high wooden structures with platforms on the
top. They are built to enable the pilots or bo