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critic, freely asserted that at the time of Jacobite rising in 1745, 
when Prince Charles Edward journeyed from the north as far 
south as Derby, the inhabitants of this district concealed their 
pewter vessels in this disused pit to prevent their conversion into 
bullets. The history of the Towneley family brings us into direct 
connection with that rebellion, and Mr. Tattersall Wilkinson has 
in this chamber related the tradition told to him by his grand- 
father that his great-grandfather and others underwent at the 
time of the Stuart invasion some practice in drill in the secluded 
ravines of the moorlands above Extwistle. There is therefore 
good reason to support the correctness of the interpretation of 
the name of this pit given by Mrs. Hamerton. 
‘« Spring Gardens”’ were not yet in existence. A little later 
Richard Harrison, grandfather of the present proprietor, took 
some grass land and began to cultivate plants and vegetables. 
A pond at the bottom of the garden has been the scene of various 
adventures. A hut for the storing of tools, &c., was ere long 
followed by the white-washed house so well-known to old inhab- 
itants of Burnley. The garden bids fair to be swallowed up by 
the pushing growth of the town in the Stoneyholme direction, 
and like ‘‘ Spring Gardens ” in Manchester and ‘‘ Covent Garden’’ 
in London will, we fear, soon be a memory only, the name alone 
remaining as a landmark for the researches of the members of 
the Burnley Literary and Scientific Club 100 years hence. 
In our previous paper we pointed out that at the time of which 
we speak the whole of Bankhouse district was meadow land. At 
the top where Mr. T. Roberts now lives was a blacksmith’s shop, 
and a coalpit was to be found a little further on in the direction of 
Keighley Green. Bankhouse was of course in existence, and a little 
higher up were the barn and farm buildings known as ‘‘ Bankus”’ 
or “ Bonkus” barn. To reach Royle from the Bank, (now Bank 
Parade) one had to pass through six gates. The pits we have 
mentioned were connected with each other and with the canal load- 
ing place by waggon ‘‘runs” ; the waggons ran in batches forming 
a train, and were drawn by horses; the ‘‘dock’’ or ‘‘ pool’ in 
the canal near the Canal Bridge, in Burnley-lane, was made to 
enable the canal boats to be more readily filled from these pits: 
the cart road to the Danes House Pit was from Brown Street, 
crossing Royle Road by a lane bordered with hedgerows, in 
summer time glorious with wild roses and honeysuckle. Our 
friends had waded across the stream into Stoneyholme district, 
and now made their way back towards the town. They passed 
the edge of what had once been a cornfield; its ploughed furrows 
would be seen no more; the new poor-house had just been built, 
and in one of its yards, they saw an old woman named Margaret 
Dill—old Maggie Dill she was known as—sittingin the sun. Old 
Maggie was then 101 years old: she died the following year. 
