We were shown an ancient iron chest, called a hatch, in which the Corporation of Yarmouth kept their charters and valuable documents. Among the contents are the tallies or cleft sticks upon which the accounts were formerly kept, the stick being notched according to the amount of money advanced, one part being given to the creditor, and the other to the debtor.  The same plan is used in the present day by the hop-pickers in Kent, the overseer having one stick, while the picker keeps the other, and notches it each time a basket is emptied.  Beneath this Toll House is the ancient Gaol or House of Correction.  Up to the present century 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!"