Notwithstanding his somewhat frequent excursions abroad and certain years that we spent at Leamington and in London when economy was the order of the day； my father passed most of his life at Bradenham； to which he was devotedly attached。 He was a barrister； but I do not think that he practised to any great extent； probably because he had no need to do so。 Still I have heard several amusing stories （they may be apocryphal） concerning his appearance as an advocate。 One of these I remember； the others have escaped me。 He was prosecuting a man for stealing twelve hogs； and in addressing the jury did his best to bring home to them the enormity of the defendant’s crime。
“Gentleman of the Jury；” he said； “think what this man has done。 He stole not one hog but twelve hogs； and not only twelve hogs but twelve fat hogs； exactly the same number； Gentleman of the Jury； as I see in the box before me！”
The story adds that the defendant y father turned his legal lore to some practical use； for he became a Chairman of Quarter Sessions for Norfolk； an office which he held till his death over forty years later。 He used to conduct the proceedings with great dignity； to which his appearance — for he was a very handsome man； better looking indeed than any of his sons — and his splendid voice added not a little。
Most of us have inherited the voice though not to the same degree。 Indeed it has been a family characteristic for generations； and my father told me that once as