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.