Therefore the ringers must have their due.
N.B.—Any ringer entering a peal of six pays his shilling.
The first two lines greatly interested my brother, whose quick ear could distinguish defects when they occurred in the ringing of church bells, and he often remarked that no ringer should be appointed unless he had a good ear for music.
There were one or two old-fashioned inns in the town, which looked very quaint, and Kirkby Old Hall did duty for one of them, being referred to by the rhymester "Honest" or "Drunken Barnaby" in his Latin Itinerary of his "Travels in the North":
I came to Lonsdale, where I staid
At Hall, into a tavern made.
Neat gates, white walls—nought was sparing,
Pots brimful—no thought of caring;
They eat, drink, laugh; are still mirth-making,
Nought they see that's worth care-taking.