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might be utilised, while each had a desire, naturally more marked 

 in the elder than in the younger, to see the place he had pre- 

 viously known so well, for the village by the Brun had lately 

 come into some prominence. So taking the coach on this bright 

 autumn day a few hours' ride brought the two to Burnley. They 

 came easily down the road running through the Kawtenstall 

 valley — horses had been changed at Rawtenstall — and turning 

 the road at Horelaw or Wholow Nook, the coach rapidly de- 

 scended the inchne into the hollow of the Calder and the Brun ; 

 drove past Hood House on the one side and Healey Fold on the 

 other, then past "Pickup " (Green Hill), the house now occupied 

 by the Dowager Mrs. Artindale, At Spring Hill the coach comes 

 into a straight line for the centre of the town and somewhat 

 furiously it goes along. On the left were a few houses immedi- 

 ately below where now is the railway, and below them some 

 better houses recently built by some of the leading people of the 

 town. Houses border both sides of the road as far as the 

 canal. The coach stops and two girls in charge of their mother 

 get out, who proceed to the house of Miss Weatherhead in Wood 

 Street, the leading School for " young ladies " of the day. The 

 coach drives on into the town, and at last a sharp turn to the 

 right brings the vehicle to a standstill opposite the door of the 

 Eed Lion Hotel.. Uncle and nephew turn into the hotel, and 

 are welcomed by James Pate, the landlord. At the close of the 

 meal, partaken of in the low snug room to the right of the 

 entrance from St. James's Street, the two sally forth to see how 

 the land lay. They turn into the street and admire the width 

 and space in front of the hotel— quite "a square," though 

 diamond shaped. Burnley people at that day were proud that 

 they possessed a thoroughfare so wide as St. James's Street. 

 Where the Bull Hotel stands now, were, at the time of which 

 we are speaking, a number of dark huts and warehouses, where 

 farmers stored their grain. The Old Bull stood facing St. James's 

 Street where are now the premises occupied by Mr. Shepley and 

 Messrs. Burghope & Strange ; it was a two-storey building, and 

 was the handsomest public-house in the place. A little lower 

 down the street on the same side was the Bay Horse (not the 

 present building) ; to reach it you had to go down one or two 

 steps. Firth, the saddler, Eatcliffe, tinner, and John Pate, 

 potter, had shops between the Bull and Bay Horse, and below 

 came old Jim o' Nick's fish place; Betty Eastwood, and her 

 daughter, now Mrs. Clegg, who in her 90th year stiU hves at 

 Greenfield House, in Manchester Eoad. Lower down came the 

 Masons' Arms ; then came Robert Munn's grocery and drapery 

 store, the principal estabhshment of its kind in Burnley, in the 

 premises now known as Liverpool House ; and just below resided 

 James Howorth, grocer; Old Brown, the tailor, and Thomas 

 SutcUffe, stationer, at the corner of St. James's Bow. 



