Mr. and Mrs. Turvey were justly proud of their son "'Erbert." He was their only child, and always wore a Frock Coat, Brown Boots and White Spats on Sunday. In fact, as everyone said, he gave a tone to Bethnal Green.

But the ways of Providence are strange, and it is futile to seek for explanations where none are vouchsafed. It is enough to say that Mr. Herbert's anatomy came into violent contact with a brewer's dray one Thursday afternoon, and that a promising young life was cut short at the early age of 19.

His Life Story has yet to be written, and it is but the barest outline that can be here recorded.

At the age of 16 he made the acquaintance of Miss Harriett Hopkins. In the following spring he had successfully reached the "walking out" stage. He was formally engaged at the age of 17 and at 18 he was married. Six weeks before he died he made two very remunerative investments. He borrowed from his Employers—without worrying them about so small a matter—the sum of £6, which he converted into £600 by successfully backing "Hump Back" at 100 to 1 for the "Cesarewitch." He also insured his life for £100.

Having satisfactorily adjusted the small matter of the Loan without in any way arousing his Employers' suspicions, he joined a Burial Club, made a Will, and died ten days later.

By his Will he appointed his Widow sole Executrix, and divided his Estate as to one-fourth part to his father Oliver Turvey, as to one-sixth part to a former landlady Mrs. Korphdrop, and the residue to his Widow.

The Estate consisted of the following:—

The Funeral Expenses amounted to £12.

Mr. Herbert Turvey was buried on the third Thursday after Guy Fawkes' Day, and on the following Tuesday fortnight the Widow gave birth to a son. Both mother and child progressed amazingly and everybody called to visit Harriett, but chiefly to satisfy their curiosity as to the amount which she inherited.

Don't keep them waiting.