e her honest face once more.' 'Poor Fanny' lived to a good old
age, and her gossiping diary is a mine of wealth as regards the Royal
Family, and Johnson, and Mrs. Thrale, and the cleverest men and women of
her time.

Thomas Bilney, one of our Protestant martyrs, was a Norfolk man. It was
a Norfolk knight, Sir Thomas Erpingham, who gave signal for the archers
at Agincourt. Shakespeare refers to him in his 'King Henry V.' as
follows:

'KING.--Good-morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham;
A good soft pillow for that good white head
Were better than a churlish turf of France.

'ERP.--Not so, my liege; this lodging likes me better,
Since I may say, now lie I like a king.'

Many East Anglians helped to win the battle of Agincourt. The Earl of
Kimberley still bears Agincourt on his shield.

Let us now pass over into Suffolk. It is worth asking how Suffolk came
to earn the nickname of Silly Suffolk. 'Silly,' say the learned, is
derived from the German _selig_, meaning 'holy or blessed,' and is said
to have been applied to Suffolk on account of the number of beautiful
churches it contains; Suffolk, at any rate, is silly no longer. In the
present day it shows to advantage, if we may judge by the enterprise and
public spirit of such a town as Ipswich, for instance. Not long since,
as I landed on the docks at Hamburg, I had the pleasure of seeing some
dozen or more steam ploughs and agricultural implements waiting to be
transported into the interior. The ploughs and implements bore
well-known Suffolk names, such as Garrett and Sons or Ransomes, Sims and
Jefferies, and were open manifestations of Suffolk skill and energy, and
ability to hold its own against all comers. Amongst the women of the
present generation, where are to be met the superiors of Mrs. Garrett
Anderson or of Mrs. Fawcett, widow of the distinguished statesman, and
mother of a sweet girl-graduate who has beaten all the men at her
University? I was the other day at Haverhill, where Mr. D. Gurteen still
lives to enjoy, at the ripe old age of eighty-three, the fruits of an
energy on his part which has raised Haverhill from a village of paupers
into a flourishing community, whose manufactures are to be met with all
over the land. One day, as I was walking along Gray's Inn Road, a fine,
well-built man stopped me to ask me if I remembered him. When he
mentioned his name I did directly. He was of the poorest of the poor in
his home at Wrent