In the winter of 1844, I moved to the city of New Haven with the expectation of making my cases there.  I had fitted up two large factories in Bristol for making brass movements only the year before, and had spared no pains to have them just right.  My factory in New Haven was fitted up expressly for making the cases and boxing the finished clocks; the movements were packed, one hundred in a box, and sent to New Haven where they were cased and shipped.  Business moved on very prosperously for about one year.  On the 23d of April 1845, about the middle of the afternoon one of my factories in Bristol took fire, as it was supposed by some boys playing with matches at the back side of the building, which set fire to some shavings under the floor.  It seemed impossible to put it out and it proved to be the most disastrous fire that ever occurred in a country town.  There were seven or eight buildings destroyed, together with all the machinery for making clocks, which was very costly and extensive.  There were somewhere between fifty and seventy-five thousand brass movements in the works, a large number of them finished, and worth one dollar apiece.  The loss was about fifty thousand dollars and the insurance only ten thousand.  This was another dark day for me.  I had been very sick all winter with the Typhus fever, and from Christmas to April had not been able to go to Bristol.  On the same night of the fire, a man came to tell me of the great loss.  I was in another part of the house when he arrived with the message, but my wife did not think it prudent to inform me then, but in the latter part of the night she introduced a conversation that was calculated to prepare my mind for the sad news, and in a cautious manner informed me.  I was at that time in the midst of my troubles with Frank Merrills, had been sick for a long time, and at one time was not expected to recover.  I was not then able to attend to business and felt much depressed on that account.  It was hard indeed to grapple with so much in one year, but I tried to make the best of it and to feel that these trials, troubles and disappointments sent upon us in this world, are blessings in disguise.  Oh! if we could really feel this to be so in all of our troubles, it would be well for us in this world and better in the next.  I never have seen the real total depravity of the human heart show itself more plainly or clearly than it did when my factories were destroyed by fire.  An envious feeling had always been exhibited by others in the same business towards me, and those who had made the most out of my improvements and had injured my reputation by making an inferior article, were the very ones who rejoiced the most then.  Not a single man of them ever did or could look me in the face and say that I had ever injured him.  This feeling towards me was all because I was in their way and my clocks at that time were preferred before any others.  They really thought I never could start again, and many said that Jerome would never