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had its fall considerably equalised ; opposite the Canal Tavern 

 the height of the road was reduced. This work was undertaken 

 in the time of distress amongst the artisan population of the 

 neighbourhood, as a kind of " Relief Work " — much as the alter- 

 ation in Coal Clough Lane was made during the more recent 

 years of the cotton famine. A little higher up Manchester Eoad 

 was Fishwick's timber yard — one of the same family of which an 

 hon. member of this club, Colonel Fishwick, is a member. 



Next morning our friends prepared for a stroll in another 

 direction. This time they turned towards the " Top of the Town," 

 a name which, with its counterpart, " Bottom of the Town " in 

 days then passing away approximately indicated the limits of the 

 village. It would appear that the name Market Street was given 

 to the central portion of the village, reaching out on both sides 

 of the centre point — eastwards to a point a little further than the 

 Boot Inn, and westwards as far as the White Horse Hotel. It 

 will be remembered by many here that at these points projecting 

 buildings both from the south side were to be found, apparently 

 bounding the central area. Turning to their left, John Stansfeld 

 and his nephew passed the Swan Hotel, and Miss Eastwood's 

 the confectioner, Dr. Meanland's surgery, and halted for a 

 moment opposite Mr. John Eiley's (the premises occupied till 

 lately by Messrs. Bayne). This was quite a point in the village. 

 From it the Manchester coaches started. Next was passed the 

 shop of Mr. Thomas Gilbertson. A relic of old Burnley still 

 remains in the Clock Face. Between the Clock Face and the 

 White Lion were buildings occupied by a hatter, an oatcake 

 baker, and a butcher. The third of these buildings is still used 

 as a butcher's shop. Just as they reached Henry Eastwood's (the 

 butcher,) the post coach, from Leeds, " The Invincible," came 

 dashing by and stopped at the Bull. Seeing the coach halt at 

 the Bull, our travellers turned right about and, in so doing took 

 the lower side of St. James's Street, and walked as far as the top 

 of Bridge Street. They crossed the top of Mally Eiding's Hill — 

 for down the hill lived Mrs. Riding, who kept a dame's school. 

 These schools were quite numerous in Burnley, there being 

 several in St. James's Street. But, of course, they were small 

 and of doubtful quality. The only day school then in existence 

 in the town was the Grammar School. The late Archdeacon 

 Master incurred a good deal of ill-will by clearing away some old 

 property near the church to make room for a new day school, 

 which was buUt in 1828. Our friends did not turn down this hill, 

 though it would have led them through a district rather above 

 than below any other part of the town in respectability, but 

 walked on towards Bridge Street. At the door of an ironmonger's 

 warehouse, the one now occupied by Messrs. Cowgill and Smith, 

 stood a particularly fine, tall, well-built man, one who had the 



