The Good Old Times: the story of the Manchester Rebels of '45, etc

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THE MANCHESTER REBELS 01 THE FATAL '45, Faithful unto Death. Page 246. MANCHESTER REBELS. The Manchester Rebels OF THE FATAL '45 EY WILLIAM HARRISON AINSWORTH With faltering voice, she weeping said, " O, Dawson, monarch of my heart ! Think not thy death shall end our loves, For thou and I will never part!'' SHENSTON'E. LONDON GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS, Limited BROADWAY, LUDGATE HILL MANCHESTER AND NEW YORK LONDON : PRINTED BT WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS, LIMITED STAMFOKD SIB-iET AND CHAKIKG CBOSS. IKSCRIBED TO THB RT. HON. THE EARL OE BEACONSEIELD, E.G., WITH EVERY SENTIMENT OF RESPECT AND ADJURATION.

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. Ail my early life being spent in Manchester, where I was born, bred, and schooled, I am naturally familiar with the scenes I have attempted to depict in this Tale. Little of the old town, however, is now left. The lover of antiquity — if any such should visit Manchester — will search in rain for those picturesque black and white timber habitations, with pointed gables and latticed windows, that were common enough sixty years ago. Entire streets, embellished by such houses, have been swept away in the course of modern improvement. But I recollect them well. No great effort of imagination was therefore needed to reconstruct the old town as it existed in the middle of the last century ; but. I was saved from the possibility of error by an excellent plan, almost of the precise date, designed by John A. Berry, to which I made constant reference during my task.

Views are given in this plan of the principal houses then recently erected, and as all these houses were occupied by Prince Charles and the Highland Chiefs during their stay in Manchester, I could conduct the Rebel leaders to their quarters without diffi culty. One of the houses, situate in Deansgate, belonged to my mother's uncle, Mr. Touchet. This is gone, as is Mr. Dickenson's fine house in Market Street Lane, where the Prince was lodged. Indeed, there is scarcely a house left in the town that has the slightest historical association belonging to it. When I was a boy, some elderly personages with whom I was acquainted were kind enough to describe to me events connected with Prince Charles's visit to Manchester, and the stories I then

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. heard made a lasting impression upon me. The Jacobite feeling must have been still strong among my old friends, since they expressed much sympathy with the principal personages men tioned in this Tale — for the gallant Colonel Townley, Doctor Deacoit and his unfortunate sons, Jemmy Dawson, whose hapless fate has been so tenderly sung by Shenstone, and, above all, for poor Tom Syddall. The latter, I know not why, unless it be that his head was affixed on the old Exchange, has always been a sort of hero in Manchester. The historical materials of the story are derived from the Chevalier de Johnstone's Memoirs of the Rebellion, and Dit. Hibbert Ware's excellent account of Prince Charles's sojourn in the town, appended to the History of the Manchester Foundations. Bat to neither of these authorities do I owe half so much as to Beppy Byrom's delightful Journal, so fortunately discovered among her father's papers at Kersal Cell, and given by Dr. Parkinson in the Remains of John Byrom, published some twenty years ago, by the Chetham Society.

Apart from the vivid picture it affords of the state of Manchester at the period, of the con sternation into which the inhabitants were thrown by the presence of the Rebel Army, and the striking description given in it of the young Chevalier and his staff, the Journal is exceedingly interesting, and it is impossible to read it without feeling as if one were listening to the pleasant chat of the fair writer. Pretty Beppy is before us, as sprightly and as loveable as she was in life. In no diary that I have read is the character of the writer more completely revealed than in this. Of Beppy, the bewitching, and her admirable father, I have endeavoured to give some faint idea in these pages. While speaking of the Chetham Society, which has brought out so many important publications, edited with singular ability by tho learned President Mr. James Crossley, Dr. Hibbert Ware, Mr. William Beamont, Cauon Raines, and others, I desire to express the great satisfaction I feel at learning that a very large collection of the letters of Humphrey Chetham, and some of his friends and contemporaries, have been placed, for publication, in tho hands — and in no better hands could they have been placed — of Canon Raines.

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. IX Unquestionably, this will be the crowning work of the Chetham Society, and at last, from the able editor of The Journal of Nicholas Assbeton, of Bownham, we shall no doubt receive an adequate biography of the great Lancashire worthy. To return to my tale. I must not omit to mention that the tragic incident I have connected with Rawcliffe Hall really occurred — though at a much more remote date than is here assigned to it — ■ at Bewsey House, an old moated mansion, near Warrington, still, I believe, in existence. At one circumstance I must needs rejoice. Since the publica tion of this Tale, and incited, I am told, by its perusal, Mr. Samuel Brierley, of Rochdale, has put together a very interesting collection of anecdotes relating to the visit of Lochiel, with a small portion of the Highland Army, to Rochdale, in 1745.* These stories, I understand, were narrated to Mr. Brierley by his great grandmother, who died in 1806, aged ninety -three.

That they were well worth preserving will be apparent from some extracts which I propose to make from the little work. Here is a well-told incident which might be entitled " Lochiel and the Lancashire Lad." " On the 25th November, 1745, the rebel army, supposed to be 5,000 or 6,000 strong, and composed of cavalry, infantry, and artil lery, arrived at Lancaster, under the personal command of Prince Charles, who gave instructions that the greater portion of this force should, on its arrival at Preston, proceed to Manchester by way of Wigan, and the smaller part through Blackburn and Rochdale, and thus concentrate the main body at Manchester. The latter portion was seen marching over Ashworth Moor, under the com mand of Lochiel of Glengarry, where they halted to have refresh ment, which consisted of oatmeal steeped in water.

Most of the country people fled on their approach, but there was one who stood looking on, and that was James Lomax, of Woolstenholme ; he was asked to join the army but feigned not to understand the question, but said he would jump agen the measter (pointing to Glengarry) o'er that big stone fence, for a gallon of ale. The bet ♦ " Rochdale in 1715 and 1746." By an Old Inhabitant. Rochdale, John Turner, Drake Street, 1874.

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. X was accepted, and Lomax had the first jump. Being a lithe and supple fellow, he cleared it at a bound, ran down the back of the fence wall, and was no more seen. The officers and men laughed at this incident ; and Lochiel, on turning round, perceived a streak of smoke rising from the top of Knowle Hill. This and Lomax disappearing so suddenly, caused great perplexity to those in command ; and suspecting that there might be a surprise before they got to the town, the troops were ordered to fall in and make ready, and the advanced scouts to keep a watchful eye both right and left of the road." -Another very amusing story relates to a Highlander who was billeted at the Union Hotel. " One of the privates, a kilted man, went into the kitchen and spoke to Betty the cook, told her she was a bonnie lassie, and said, ' Wull ye let me put a piece of bread in the drippin ? ' pointing to the beef on the spit ; she replied, ' Naw, haw winnut,' but at the same time he threw a piece of black bannock into the dripping pan, and cook said in a loud voice, ' Horn noan gooin to hav ony o thaw impidunce,' at the same time throwing out the bread with her basting spoon, into the ashes.

This so exasperated the Scot that he placed his hand on his sword, but Betty, as quick as thought, got the basting spoon full of hot dripping, and threw it at him, covering his face, hands, and bare knees with it, thereby causing him to scream with the burning pain ; at the same moment Mally Garlick, who had been paring potatoes, said, ' Do go away, for this dog is breakin out of his cage,'— she had privately opened the door, and the dog rushed at the Scot, and chased him out of the house, tore a large piece out of the back part of his kilt, which he had to get repaired before he could decently attend another parade. But the scalds or burns inflicted upon him proved more serious than was anticipated, and he was placed under the medical skill of Doctor Moult. The doctor recommended a short rest from his laborious duties; this rest, with the unremitting attentions bestowed upon him by the relenting cook, led to mutual affection, and when he recovered he never rejoined the invadinoforce, but married her who had caused his injuries, settled in the town became a thriving tradesman, and has descendants here who ara highly respectable and wealthy."

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. XI Our last extract describes the interview of Valentine Holt, a young volunteer in the Stuart cause, with Princs Charles. " After a little conversation, Lochiel wrote him a note and told him to go to Manchester forthwith, and present it at the house ol Mr. Dickenson, at the top of Market Street Lane, which is now called the Palace Inn, and wait for an answer — the interview lasted only a few minutes. Clegg and Holt then went into the churchyard, and the latter looked upon his native town and the hills surround ing, and said with a sigh, ' I feel a presentiment that I shall never see my native town again. Ah, my dear mother, do forgive the many faults of an erring son. I confess I have caused thee many pangs of sorrow, and I leave the town with an idea that if I get weaned from my wild companions, I may become a wiser and a better man.' These and other sorrowful thoughts came crowding upon his mind, and Clegg observing that he was in deep thought, proposed to have a parting glass in the neighbouring tavern ; after which he departed for Manchester, along what are now called the back lanes of Castleton, as at this time there was no road by Pinfold.

He arrived at Manchester late in the evening, and was stirring early on the morrow ; being at the house aforementioned at 10 a.m., he presented the letter given to him by Lochiel (which was directed in such a way that Holt was unable to imagine who it was for) to the orderly standing at the door; the latter appeared astonished, looking at Holt with a scrutinizing eye, and told him he must wait at the door until he delivered the letter. He returned in a few minutes and ushered Holt into a room in which was seated a young man, tall, well-built, with a handsome face, auburn hair, and good eyes ; the latter speaking to Holt, said, ' Tou are the young man from Rochdale (this was no less a person than the Prince himself) who has offered to join our cause? ' Holt replied ' I am.' ' I hear you use the rifle with unerring aim.' The Prince taking up a loaded rifle that was in the corner, said, '.You see that jackdaw on the ridge of the house opposite, try to bring it down ! ' Holt fired, and it rolled down the roof. ' Ah ! very good,' exclaimed the Prince, and calling in the orderly, said, •Tell Dickson that hc must enroll this man as Sergeant in the Manchester contingent.' " CONTENTS. gaol; £.— JUhertcn f cqIi.

I. How the Infant Heir, was Stolen „, ... 1 »aci II. Manchester in 1745 6 III. Introduces Dr. Deacon, Dr. Byrom, and Colonel Townley 9 IV. Sir Richard Rawclipee 19 V. Introduces our Hero 23 VI. Advice 26 VII. Rencounter near, the Old Town Cross ... 28 VIII. Beppy Byrom 32 IX. The Two Curates of St. Ann's 37 X. Constauce Rawclipee 40 XI. The Boroughreeve of Manchester 44 XII. The Rescue 47 XIII. Constance makes a Discovery 52 XIV. St. A-nn's-square 57 XV. How Salford Bridge was saved from Destruction 63 XVI. Tom Syddall 67 XVII. How Tom Syddall was carried Home in Triumph 71 XVIII. The Meeting in the Garden 76 XIX. Mrs. Butler 79 XX. The Jacobite Meeting in Tom Syddall's Back Room 86 XXI. -3en Birch, the Bellman of Manchester ... CONTENTS. §oo\t II.— §vince (Hh&xhs ©Mintrti in pa on I. How Manchester was taken by a Serjeant, a Drummer, and a Scottish Lassie 94 II.

The Proclamation at the Cross 99 HI. Father Jerome 103 IV. General Sir John Macdonald IOS V. Helen Casnegie's Story 112 VI. Captain Lindsay 115 VII. A Residence is chosen for the Prince ... 11" VIII. Interview between Secretary Murray and the Magistrates 1211 IX. Arrival of the First Division of the Highland Army. Lord George Murray 122 X. The Duke of Perth 125 XI. Arrival of the Second Division 127 XII. The Young Chevalier 129 XIII. The Prince's Interview wnn Mrs. Butler and the Two Damsels 134 XIV. The Prince's March to Head-Quarters ... 137 XV. The Prince's Levee 140 XVI. The Illuminations 148 XVII. A Quarrel at Supper 151 XVIII. Captain Weir 154 XIX. Captain Weir is interrogated by the Prince 162 XX. The Duel 165 XXI. Castle Field 169 XXII. Father Jerome counsels Sir Richard 176 XXIII.

The Prince attends Service at the Collegiate Church 180 XXIV. The Prince inspects the Manchester Regiment 182 XXV. An unsatisfactory Explanation 184 XXVI. The Ride to Rawcliffe Hall CONTENTS. XV PASS XXVII. Rawcliffe Hall 189 XXVHI. A startling Disclosure , 192 XXIX. The mysterious Chamber 194 XXX. A terrible Catastrophe 197 XXXI. Sir Richard Rawcliffe's Confession 202 XXXII. Atherton's Decision is made 208 gook Ill.— kUlu Jttarrh to gerbji, anb tke Sletwat. I. Au Old Jacobite Dame 212 II. Atherton's Gift to Constance 215 111. A Retreat resolved upon 220 IV. How the Manchester Regiment was welcomed ON ITS RETURN 224 V. A fresh Subsidy demanded 227 VI. A false Message brought to Helen 230 VH. A Court-Martial 235 Vin. Helen Pleads in Vain 239 IX. Together to the Last 242 X. Mr. James Bayley 246 XI.

The Vision 249 XII. The Retreat from Manchester to Carlisle ... 253 §ook IU— Œarfok. I. Colonel Towuley appointed Commandant of the Carlisle Garrison 250 II. Atherton taken Prisoner 25S El. The Duke of Cumberland 262 IV. Surrender of Carlisle to the Duke of Cumberland CONTENTS. XVI Book %— Jfemmg glatoson. PIGB I. The Escape at Wigaw 270 II. The Meeting at Warrington 274 in. Atherton takes Refuge at Rawcliffe Hall... 276 IV. An Enemy in the House 281 V. A Point of Faith 285 VI. A Letter from Beppy Byrom 288 VII. Atherton questions the Priest 292 VIII. The Search 295 IX. Who was Found in the dismantled Rooms ... 298 X. A successful Stratagem 301 XI. Atherton meets with Dr. Deacon at Rosthern 305 XII. A sad Communication is made to Dr. Deacon 311 XHI. A Journey to London Proposed 314 XIV. Jemmy Dawson's Letter 316 XV.

The Parting between Monica and her Mother 322 XVI. The Journey 326 gaol; Xii. — gUnningtan Common. I. Monica visits Jemmy in Xewgate ... ... 330 II. Colonel Conway 333 III. Cumberland House 336 IV. The Trial of the Manchester Eelels 342 V. The Xight before the Executions 346 VI. The Fatal Day 348 TIL Five Tears Later OF THE FATAL '45.

Chapter I. How The Infant Heie Was Stolen

About midnight, in the autumn of 1724, two persons cantiouslj approached an old moated mansion, situated in Cheshire, though close to the borders of Lancashire. The night being almost pitch-dark, very little of the ancient fabric could be distinguished ; but the irregular outline of its numerous gables showed that it was of considerable size. It was, in fact, a large picturesque hall, built in the early days of Elizabeth, and was completely surrounded by an unusually broad, deep moat. The moat was crossed by a drawbridge, bnt this being now raised, access to the mansion could only be obtained by rousing the porter, who slept over the gateway. All the inmates of the house seemed buried in repose. Not a sound was heard. No mastiff barked to give the alarm. A melancholy air had the old hall, even when viewed by daylight.

Of late years it had been much neglected, and por tions were allowed to go to decay. Several rooms were shut np. Its owner, who died rather more than a year before the date of our story, preferred a town residence, and rarely inha- R bited the hall. Extravagant, and fond of play, he had cut down the fine timber that ornamented his park to pay his debts. Death, however, put an end to his career before he had quite run through his fortune. He left behind him a wife and an infant son — the latter being heir to the property. As there would be a long minority, the estates, by prudent management, might be completely retrieved. On the demise of her husband, the widow quitted her town house, and took up her abode witn her child at the old hall. With a greatly reduced establishing.-, she lived in perfect seclusion.

As she was young, very beautiful, and much admired, people won dered that she could ttius tear herself from the world. But her resolution remained unchanged. Her affections seemed centred in her infant son. She had few visitors, declined all invitations, and rarely strayed beyond the limits of the park. She had got it into her head that her child would be taken from her, and would not, therefore, let him out of her sight. "She infant was as carefully watched as if he had been heir to A dukedom ; and at night, for fear of a surprise, the draw bridge was always raised. In the event of the young heir dying under age, the estates passed to the brother of her late husband, and of him she entertained dark suspicions that did not seem altogether unwarranted. Having offered this brief explanation, we shall return to the mysterious pair whom we left making their way to the hall.

As their design was to enter the house secretly, they did not go near the drawbridge, being provided with other means of crossing the moat. One of them carried a coracle — a light boat formed of a wicker framework covered with leather. Though they had now reached the margin of the moat, which was fringed with reeds and bulrushes, they did not put their plan into immediate execution, bnt marched on in silence, till a light was observed glimmering from one of the windows. A taper had been thus placed to guide them, proving that they had a confederate in the house. '45. ■7 On perceiving this light, which streamed from the partly opened casement on the dusky water beneath it, the foremost of the twain immediately halted. He was a tall man wrapped in a long black cloak, with a broad-leaved hat pulled over his brows, and was well-armed.

As joon as the coracle was launched, he stepped into it, and was followed by his attendant, who pushed the frail bark noiselessly across the moat. On reaching the opposite side, the chief personage sprang ashore, leaving his follower in the boat, and made his way to a postern, which he found open, as he expected. Before entering the house, he put on a mask. The postern communicated with a back staircase, up which the midnight visitor quickly mounted, making as little noise as possible. The staircase conducted him to a gallery, and he had not advanced far when a door was softly opened, and v. young woman, who had hastily slipped on a dressing-gown, came forth, bearing a light. It was the nurse. She almost recoiled with terror on beholding the masked figure standing before her. "What's the matter with you, Bertha ?

Don't you know me ? " asked the mysterious personage in a low voice. "Tes, I know you now, sir," she rejoined in the same tone. " But you look like — I won't say what." " A truce to this folly. Where is the child ? " "In his mother's bed. I offered to take him, but she would not part with him to-night." " She will be obliged to part with him. I must have him." " Oh, sir ! I beseech you to abandon this wicked design. I am certain it will bring destruction upon all concerned in it. Do not rob her of her child." " These misgivings are idle, Bertha. Bring me the child without more ado, or I will snatch it from its mother's arms." " I cannot do it. The poor soul will go distracted when she finds she has lost her darling." " What means this sudden change, Bertha ? " he said, surprised and angry.

" You had no such commiseration for her when we last talked over the matter. You were willing enough to aid me then." "You tempted me by your offer; but I now repent. 1 understand the enormity of the offence, and will not burden my soul with so much guilt." " You have gone too far to retreat. Having made a bar gain you must fulfil it." " Swear to me that you will not injure the child, or I will not bring it to you." " I have already told you I do not mean to harm it." " But swear by all you hold sacred that you have no design upon the child's life. Do this, or I will give the alarm." "Attempt to utter a cry and I will kill you," he said, sternly. " I have not come here to be thwarted in my pur pose. Go in at once." Terrified by the menacing tone in which the order was given, Bertha obeyed, and returned to the room from which she had issued.

Perhaps she might have fastened the door if time had been allowed, but the man in the mask followed her too quickly. It was an antechamber which she occupied as nurse. A door communicating with the inner apartment stood partly open, and in obedience to an imperious gesture from the terrible intruder, she passed through it. She was now in a large antique bed-chamber, imperfectly lighted up by a lamp placed on a small table near the bed, in which lay one of the fairest creatures imaginable. The contour of the sleeper's countenance was exquisite, and her raven tresses, which had not been confined, flowed over her neck, contrasting strongly with its dazzling whiteness. Close beside her, with its little head resting upon a rounded arm that might have served a sculptor as a model, '45. 5 slept her babe.

A smile seemed to play upon the slumbering mother's lips, as if her dreams were pleasant. The sight of this picture smote Bertha to the heart. Only a fiend, it seemed to her at that moment, could mar such happiness. Could she turn that smile to tears and misery ? Could she requite the constant kindness shown her, and tbe trust placed in her, by the basest ingratitude and treachery ? She could not do it. She would rather die. She would return to the terrible man who was waiting for her, and brave his fury. But she found herself quite unequal to the effort, and while she remained in this state of irresolution he entered the room with his drawn sword in his hand. He signed to her to go to the bed and take the child, but she did not obey. Half paralysed with terror, she could neither move nor utter a cry.

At once comprehending the state of the case, he deter mined to act alone, and stepping softly forward he extinguished the lamp that was burning on a small table beside the bed, and seizing the child enveloped it in his cloak. The daring deed was so rapidly executed that the poor lady did not wake till she was robbed of her treasure. But becoming instantly aware that her child was gone, and hearing footsteps in the room, she raised herself, and called out in accents of alarm, " Is it you, Bertha ? " "Make no answer, but follow me quickly," whispered the terrible intruder to the nurse. But she had now burst the spell that had hitherto bound her, and seizing him before he could reach the door held him fast. Finding his departure effectually prevented, the remorse less villain unhesitatingly liberated himself by plunging his sword into Bertha's breast.

The wound was mortal. The unfortunate woman fell speechless, dying, just as her mistress, who had sprung from the couch, came up ; while the assassin escaped with his prize. The poor lady understood what had happened, but fright almost deprived her of her senses. She uttered scream after scream, but before any of the household came to her assist ance all was silent. When they ventured into the room a shocking spectacle greeted them. Their young mistress was lying in a state of insensibility by the side of the slaughtered nurse. The child could not be found. How the perpetrator of this dark and daring deed entered the house remained a mystery. No one supposed that poor murdered Bertha, who had paid the penalty of her crime with life, had been his accomplice. On the contrary, it was be lieved that she had flown to her mistress's assistance, and had perished in the attempt to save the child.

How the murderer had crossed the moat was likewise t mystery, for the coracle was carried away when its purpose had been fulfilled. On examination, the postern-door was found to be locked and the key taken out. Nothing had been seen of the terrible visitor, the gloom of night shrouding his arrival and departure. Thus he remained wholly undiscovered. When the poor lady recovered from the fainting fit into which she had fallen, her senses were gone. Nor did she long survive the dreadful shock she had sustained. CHAPTER n. MANCHESTER IN 1745. When Dr. Stukeley visited Manchester in 1724, he described the town, from personal observation, as " the largest, most rich, populous, and busy village in England." In twenty years from that date, it could no longer be called a village. Its population had doubled, and the number of '45. 7 houses had greatly increased.

Many new streets had been completed, an Exchange built, and a fine new square laid out. But though the town had thus grown in size and wealth, it had not yet lost its provincial air. The streets had a cheerful, bustling look, denoting that plenty of business was going on, but they were not crowded either with carts or people. The country was close at hand, and pleasant fields could be reached in a few minutes' walk from the market place. Seen from the ancient stone bridge spanning the Irwell, the town still presented a picturesque appearance. The view comprehended the old collegiate church (which wore a much more venerable air than it does now, inasmuch as it had not been renovated), the old houses on Hunt's Bank, Chethan- Hospital crowning the red sandstone banks of the Irk, jus_o beyond its junction with the larger river, the old water-mill, and the collection of black and white plaster habitations in the neighbourhood of the church.

This was the oldest part of the town, and its original fea tures had not been destroyed. In all the narrow streets sur rounding the collegiate church the houses bore the impress of antiquity, having served as dwelling-places for several gene rations. In Mill-gate, in Toad-lane, in Hanging Ditch, and Cateaton-street, scarcely a modern habitation could be des cried. All the houses, with their carved gables, projecting upper stories, and bay-windows, dated back a couple of cen turies. In Deansgate similar picturesque old structures predominated. Two new churches formed part of the picture — Trinity Church in Salford, and St. Ann's in the square we have already mentioned — and of course many other modern buddings were discernible, but from the point of view selected the general air of the place was ancient.

From this glance at Manchester in 1745, it will be seen that it formed an agreeable mixture of an old and new town. The rivers that washed its walla were clear, and abounded in fish. Above all, the atmosphere was pure and wholesome, unpolluted by the smoke of a thousand factory chimneys. In some respects, therefore, the old town was preferable to the mighty modern city. The inhabitants are described by a writer of the period " as very industrious, always contriving or inventing some thing new to improve and set off their goods, and not much following the extravagance that prevafls in other places, by which means many of them have acquired very handsome for tunes, and live thereupon in a plain, useful, and regular manner, after the custom of their forefathers." Their manners, in fact, were somewhat primitive.

The manufacturers kept early hours, and by ten o'clock at night the whole town might be said to be at rest. There were two political clubs, Whig and Tory, or Jacobite, the latter being by iiar the most numerous and important. The members met at their favourite taverns to drink punch, and toast King 01 Pretender, according to their predilections. Only four car riages were kept in the town, and these belonged to ladies. There were no lamps in the streets, lanterns being carried by all decent folks on dark nights. In regard to the amusements of the place it may be men tioned that the annual horse-races, established at Kersal Moor in 1730, had latterly been discontinued, but they were soon afterwards revived. Under the patronage of Lady Bland a person of great spirit — public assemblies were given at a ball room in King-street — then, as now, the most fashionable street.