knocked him down between a mangoldbury and the outside wall of the yard.  In this position he was unable to get a direct attack upon the man, but he managed to gore him badly and tear his clothes to pieces.  The cowman, hearing E. calling, came back and rescued him, the bull becoming quite docile with his regular attendant.  Poor E. was black and blue when he got home in the pony-cart, and was laid up for many weeks afterwards.  He undoubtedly had a very narrow escape.  It is curious that, though the Jersey cows are the most docile of any kind, the bulls are the most uncertain and, when annoyed, savage; I had trouble with two or three, and one became so dangerous that he had to be killed in his stall.

E.’s bad luck overtook him again when returning from Evesham with, fortunately, an empty waggon and team; one of the horses was startled, and E. ran forwards to catch the reins.  By some means he fell, and the waggon-wheels passed over him; had it been full, as it was on the outward journey, with a heavy load of beans, it would have been a serious matter, but nevertheless he suffered a great deal for some time afterwards.

J.E. must have walked many hundreds of miles among my hops with the horses drawing “the mistifier,” a syringing machine which pumped a mist-like spray of soft soap and quassia solution upon the under-side of the hop-leaves, when attacked by the aphis blight; and he must have destroyed many millions of aphides, for the blight was an annual occurrence at Aldington, and taxed our energies to the utmost at one of the busiest times of year.

Mrs. J.E. was, and is, one of those kind persons always ready to do a good turn to a neighbour.  She and her husband brought up a large family, all of whom have done well, and a son in the Grenadier Guards especially distinguished himself in the war.  She has a remarkable memory for dates of birthdays, weddings, and such-like events, and often writes us one of her interesting letters, full of information of the old village.

I had many experiences of the honesty of the agricultural labourer, but one especially remains in my mind.  I.P., a man living some two miles from Aldington, regularly walked the four miles there and back for many years, in addition to his day’s work.  He was an excellent drainer, and a most useful all-round man, exceedingly strong and willing, bright and cheerful in conversation, and I had a very high opinion of him.  I had just reached the end of a long pay when he reappeared—­having taken his wages earlier in the proceedings—­and asked if I had made a mistake in his money; a sovereign was missing, and he could not remember actually taking it from the table with the rest of the cash.  I at once balanced my payments and receipts for the evening, but they corresponded exactly.  It was a serious matter, as a half-year’s rent was due to the owner of his cottage that day, and I.P. was one of those men who take a pride in paying up with punctuality.  I could see, as he realized