Mr Gilberd has reached the second water bed at Newbigin’s brewery, at a depth of 271ft 7in, with a three-inch pipe. The flow is good, and the water clear and cold. The process been a long and tedious one, sometimes only one foot per day being got through, but Mr Newbigin is well pleased with the result. He had already two or three wells, but determined to go below them for a superior water for brewing purposes, and in this he has succeeded. This is the deepest artesian well in Hastings that is flowing, although a trial bore of 280 feet was once put down without success. The enterprising proprietor of St. Aubyn’s was quite prepared from the first to sink 300 feet.
The insurance offices have not been overwhelming in their gratitude to those who saved them about £50,000 at the late fire, and in point of fact won’t give them anything but thanks, which is not discountable. Hitherto it has been the custom tor the insurance offices to honor the demands for actual labor, and out-of-pocket expenses in salvage of goods, but this time the request has been met with a point blank refusal Captain Tyerman, of the Fire Police, expended at the late fire out of his own pocket £7, for expresses, horses, and other necessary costs, under the full confidence that it would be refunded by those who received the benefit, but payment of it has been refused. The Fire Police, I understand, will present the account to the Borough Council, and in case of that body declining to pay, will resign
Its an ill-wind that blows no one any good, as is proved from the rush to Mr S. Ridgway’s. As he proposes to have an entirely new stock for his new shop anything from necktie to boots is to be had at almost any offer for a few days.