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by time or disease. He was born on St. Patrick's Day, 1797, and 

 died on Easter Day last, living the whole of his long hfe of 90 

 years within sight of the church he loved so well. 



Soon after Henry Clegg had left our friends they came across a 

 party on a visit to Bank Hall who were going to have the rights 

 and wrongs of their contention settled by Justice Hargreaves 

 who held court sometimes in his own house. Our friends followed 

 a little way, but having ascertained what was the matter deter- 

 mined to retrace their steps. They did, however, halt a moment 

 at the plantation and the dividing lane known as Cock-pit Lane. 

 Brown Hill was not then built. When Mr. George Holgate built 

 it, so great an event was the building of such a mansion regarded 

 that the roofing thereof was celebrated by the firing of muskets 

 from the top. It displaced a bona fide cock-pit, at the entrance 

 to which were two gate-posts with carved cocks at the top— an 

 unblushing memorial of a species of sport long since disappeared 



except we regard as a modified survival, the men races at Glen 



View, or the football matches at Turf Moor, Here they reached 

 the entrance to what is still known as " The Park." It was then 

 park-like land— a stretch of grass land down from the high ground 

 above the church to Salford Mill. At the top was the road cor- 

 responding to the Bank Parade of our day. Where Mr. Thos. 

 Roberts hves stood Col. Hargreaves's smithy. A few yards past 

 the smithy was a coal pit— the shaft of the pit arched over, is I 

 believe, to be found in the cellar of one of the houses in the large 

 block adorned by the tenancy of a past secretary of this club. 

 These coal pit mouths — made, I hope, secure — are to be found 

 all over Burnley. Besides those we have named to-night there 

 is one near Messrs. Baldwin's Brush Works, there is another 

 underneath the Market steps, yet another in Mr. Watson's wood 

 yard in Hammerton Street, and so on. The two httle cottages 

 so well-known on the Bank were there— one of them has a little 

 coloured window, but all down the slope no buildings were to be 

 found except Bankhouse and Bankhouse barn and farm buildings. 

 Following the road through Keighley Green, the travellers left 

 Mr. Webster Fishwick's house and tanyard to the left and saw 

 Bishop House, an old-fashioned dwelling of considerable size, 

 snugly ensconced by the river side, where it remained till expelled 

 to make room for Messrs. Spencer and Moore's gigantic mills, 

 A pathway from here led to " The Butts " a little higher up the 

 stream. Lower down the road was Keighley Green Chapel, now 

 the Court House, and presently passing by the water- side they 

 crossed Bridge Street bridge— then much narrower than now— 

 and reached once more their hostelry, 



Instead of walking down Keighley Green, the two might have 

 come down Mill Lane, which then ran under the arch near the 

 Old Brewery and round by the old mill joining the Keighley 



