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hundred years ago. Across Gunsmith Lane was a large barn 
which subsequently became a joiner’s shop, in which Mr. Obadiah 
Folds worked. Mr. James Folds, the father of the old man 
bearing the same name, who has lately gone from us, bought a 
good deal of property here from the Hitchons, and amongst other 
buildings added a house for himself which now stands in the 
yard at Rishton Mill, and the Star Inn. Towards the bottom of 
Gunsmith Lane a path led to Well Hall, where lived Mr. William 
and Miss Ellen Greenwood. In the rear of the hall, the front of 
which was separated from Church Street by a garden reached 
from the street by two or three steps, were several comfortable 
cottages known—I know not why—as ‘‘ Bedlam,” and in the 
large yard attached to the house, was a pump connected with a 
well of never failing water. This well was one of many scattered 
about the town, for every household had to secure its own supply 
either by collecting rain water or by sending to ‘“ Shorey "’ or 
other well. The well at Well Hall is still in existence, and is 
largely used by Mr. Grimshaw for the purposes of his business. 
It seems to have been of so much note (it is forty yards deep) as 
to give its name to the house in whose precincts it was situate. 
Our friends were fortunate in one thing to-day. Just as they 
passed along Church Street, they saw a gentleman in clerical 
garb dismount from his horse and enter the Church. He had 
ridden over from Walton-le-Dale, of which place he was incum- 
bent. He had come to Burnley to visit his parishioners, for he 
was also incumbent of Burnley. 
Our friends stayed some time in this part of the town. They 
did not turn into the church-yard through its lych gate, but 
passed on towards the bridge. Nearest the bridge—of course 
then only a narrow one—was Tom Tattersall’s stables, then a 
cottage, and then a house known as ‘‘The Lobby.’ This 
Lobby was really an ancient house built on the flat system. 
The ground floor was two or three steps above the level of the 
road. It consisted of a large living room for the family, who 
had ‘a pair or two of looms in the window side.’”’ Up a flight 
of steps another living room, occupied by a second family, was 
reached. Betty and Sally Pollard lived here at this time. They 
were heald-knitters, and died unmarried. These sisters after- 
wards lived in an upper room in that part of the old property 
facing the church, which was removed a few years ago, nearest 
to the Stocks. Their dwelling was a considerable rendezvous 
for the parishioners who came to church from Briercliffe and 
Worsthorne on Sundays. They brought their tea with them, 
and the sisters provided hot water. On Sunday afternoons the 
country folk came quite in caravans to church. Smith, of 
Dineley, would come with his four daughters, each on a 
‘‘galloway,’’ and these were but samples of many more such 
