Crabbe

On the arrival of the family at Parham, poor Crabbe discovered that even an accession of fortune had its attendant drawbacks. His son, George, records his own recollections (he was then a child of seven years) of the scene that met their view on their alighting at Parham Lodge. As I got out of the chaise, I remember jumping for very joy, and exclaiming, ‘Here we are, here we are–little Willy and all!’ –(his parents’ seventh and youngest child, then only a few weeks old)– but my spirits sunk into dismay when, on entering the well-known kitchen, all there seemed desolate, dreary, and silent.