some damaged plates they were playing with. There were
many other large potteries in Liverpool at one period, besides those on
Shaw's Brow. There was one at the corner of Fontenoy-street, of which
Alderman Shaw was proprietor. There was one at the bottom of
Duke-street. This was kept by Mr. Drinkwater, who married Captain
Leece's daughter, after whom Leece-street is named. Pothouse-lane is a
reminder of the old trade. There were other potteries on Copperas-hill.
I do not recollect much about these potteries; but I have heard my father
and mother talk about them amongst their "Recollections." This trade
seems to have departed from this town most strangely. The last remnant
of it was in the works that were in operation down by the river-side near
the present Toxteth Docks. Watch-making has always been a great trade in
Liverpool. The first introducer of it was Mr. Wyke, who lived in
Dale-street, on the site of the present public offices. Mr. Wyke came
from Prescot, and carried on a large trade in watches about the year
1758. Mr. Litherland, the inventor of the chronometer, died in
Church-street. On Mr. Wyke's premises and garden the Gas Works were
afterwards erected, which were removed to Newington some few years ago.
Amongst many others I have seen some very remarkable changes that have
taken place about Bevington-hill. I recollect very well what is now
called "Summer Seat" being gardens, and the view from them to the river
quite uninterrupted. There was near them a house built by a shoemaker
who had made a fortune by his trade; it was called "Lapstone Hall." The
inn called the "Bush" had a bough hanging out with the motto "Good Wine
Needs no Bush." The sailors were very fond of going up to Bevington-Bush
on Sundays with their sweethearts, and many a boisterous scene have I
witnessed there. The view was really beautiful from the gardens. Where
the market stands in Scotland-road there used to be a large stone quarry.
The houses in Scotland-road beyond the market are all of very late
erection. I can well recollect open fields and market gardens
thereabouts, and, indeed, all the way up where Scotland-road now is,
there used to be fields. The Preston-road wound round up Bevington-Bush.
The Everton range looked very pretty from the Kirkdale-road, especially
when handsome mansions began to dot its crest. I recollect along this
road cornfields, meadows and gardens. Scotland-road is a comparatively
newly-form