lk over the Moss Lake Fields to Edge Hill.
Where the Eye and Ear Infirmary stands there was a stile and a foot-path
to the Moss Lake Brook, across it was a wooden foot bridge. The path
afterwards diverged to Smithdown-lane. The path-road also went on to
Pembroke-place, along the present course of Crown-street. I have heard
my father speak of an attempt being made to rob him on passing over the
stile which stood where now you find the King William Tavern. He drew
his sword (a weapon commonly worn by gentlemen of the time) which so
frightened the thieves that they ran away, and, in their flight, went
into a pit of water, into which my father also ran in the darkness which
prevailed. The thieves roared loudly for help, which my father did not
stop to accord them. He, being a good swimmer, soon got out, leaving the
thieves to extricate themselves as they could. There were several very
pleasant country walks which went up to Low-hill through Brownlow-street,
and by Love-lane (now Fairclough-lane). I recollect going along
Love-lane many a time with my dear wife, when we were sweethearting. We
used to go to Low-hill and thence along Everton-road (then called
Everton-lane), on each side of which was a row of large trees, and we
returned by Loggerhead's-lane (now Everton Crescent), and so home by
Richmond-row, (called after Dr. Sylvester Richmond, a physician greatly
esteemed and respected.) I recollect very well the brook that ran along
the present Byrom-street, whence the tannery on the right-hand side was
supplied with water. At the bottom of Richmond-row used to be the
kennels of the Liverpool Hunt Club. They were at one time kept on the
North-shore.

CHAPTER II.

I was very sorry when the Ranelagh Gardens were broken up. The owner,
Mr. Gibson, was the brother of the Mr. Gibson who kept the Folly Gardens
at the bottom of Folly-lane (now Islington) and top of Shaw's Brow
(called after Mr. Alderman Shaw, the great potter, who lived in
Dale-street, at the corner of Fontenoy-street--whose house is still
standing). Many a time have I played in the Folly Tea Gardens. It was a
pretty place, and great was the regret of the inhabitants of Liverpool
when it was resolved to build upon it. The Folly was closed in 1785.
Mr. Philip Christian built his house, now standing at the corner of
Christian-street, of the bricks of which the Tavern was constructed. The
Folly was a long two-storied house, with a tower or ga