Manchester:
ABEL HEYWOOD & SON, 56 & 58, OLDHAM STREET,
London:
SIMPKIN, MARSHALL, HAMILTON, KENT & Co., Limited.
STATIONERS’ HALL COURT.
1897.
CONTENTS.
| Chapter. | Page. | |
|---|---|---|
| I. | The Flood | [1] |
| II. | No One Knows | [7] |
| III. | How the Rev. Joshua Brookes and Simon Clegg interpreted a Shakesperian Text | [14] |
| IV. | Mischief | [22] |
| V. | Ellen Chadwick | [28] |
| VI. | To Martial Music | [36] |
| VII. | The Reverend Joshua Brookes | [43] |
| VIII. | The Blue-Coat School | [49] |
| IX. | The Snake | [56] |
| X. | First Antagonism | [64] |
| XI. | The Blue-Coat Boy | [71] |
| XII. | The Gentleman | [80] |
| XIII. | Simon’s Pupil | [85] |
| XIV. | Jabez goes out into the World | [91] |
| XV. | Apprenticeship | [98] |
| XVI. | In War and Peace | [105] |
| XVII. | In the Warehouse | [113] |
| XVIII. | Easter Monday | [121] |
| XIX. | Peterloo | [128] |
| XX. | Action and Reaction | [139] |
| XXI. | Wounded | [146] |
| XXII. | Mr. Clegg | [153] |
| XXIII. | In the Theatre Royal | [161] |
| XXIV. | Madame Broadbent’s Fan | [166] |
| XXV. | Retrospective | [173] |
| XXVI. | On the Portico Steps | [181] |
| XXVII. | Manhood | [188] |
| XXVIII. | Once in a Life | [194] |
| XXIX. | On Ardwick Green Pond | [201] |
| XXX. | Blind | [210] |
| XXXI. | Coronation Day | [217] |
| XXXII. | Evening: Indoors and Out | [225] |
| XXXIII. | Clogs | [233] |
| XXXIV. | Birds of a Feather | [240] |
| XXXV. | At Carr Cottage | [246] |
| XXXVI. | The Lover’s Walk | [254] |
| XXXVII. | A Ride on a Rainy Night | [262] |
| XXXVIII. | Defeated | [269] |
| XXXIX. | Like Father, Like Son | [276] |
| XL. | With all His Faults | [283] |
| XLI. | Marriage | [290] |
| XLII. | Blows | [298] |
| XLIII. | Partnership | [307] |
| XLIV. | Man and Beast | [316] |
| XLV. | Wounds Inflicted and Endured | [325] |
| XLVI. | The Mower with His Scythe | [333] |
| XLVII. | The Last Act | [340] |
THE MANCHESTER MAN.
CHAPTER THE FIRST.[1]
THE FLOOD.
WHEN Pliny lost his life, and Herculaneum was buried, Manchester was born. Whilst lava and ashes blotted from sight and memory fair and luxurious Roman cities close to the Capitol, the Roman soldiery of Titus, under their general Agricola, laid the foundations of a distant city which now competes with the great cities of the world. Where now rise forests of tall chimneys, and the hum of whirling spindles, spread the dense woods of Arden; and from the clearing in their midst rose the Roman castrum of Mamutium,[2] which has left its name of Castle Field as a memorial to us. But where their summer camp is said to have been pitched, on the airy rock at the confluence of the rivers Irk and Irwell, sacred church and peaceful college have stood for centuries, and only antiquaries can point to Roman possession, or even to the baronial hall which the Saxon lord perched there for security.
And only an antiquary or a very old inhabitant can recall Manchester as it was at the close of the last century, and shutting his eyes upon railway-arch, station, and esplanade, upon Palatine buildings, broad roadways, and river embankments, can see the Irk and the Irwell as they were when the Cathedral was the Collegiate Church, with a diminutive brick wall round its ancient graveyard. Then the irregular-fronted rows of quaint old houses which still, under the name of Half Street, crowd upon two sides of the churchyard, with only an intervening strip of a flagged walk between, closed it up on a third side, and shut the river (lying low beneath) from the view, with a huddled mass of still older dwellings, some of which were thrust out of sight, and were only to be reached by flights of break-neck steps of rock or stone, and like their hoary fellows creeping down the narrow roadway of Hunt’s Bank, overhung the Irwell, and threatened to topple into it some day.
The Chetham Hospital or College still looks solidly down on the Irk at the angle of the streams; the old Grammar School has been suffered to do the same; and—thanks to the honest workmen who built for our ancestors—the long lines of houses known as Long Millgate are for the most part standing, and on the river side have resisted the frequent floods of centuries.
In 1799 that line was almost unbroken, from the College (where it commenced at Hunt’s Bank Bridge) to Red Bank. The little alley by the Town Mill, called Mill-brow, which led down to the wooden Mill Bridge, was little more of a gap than those narrow entries or passages which pierced the walls like slits here and there, and offered dark and perilous passage to courts and alleys, trending in steep incline to the very bed of the Irk. The houses themselves had been good originally, and were thus cramped together for defence in perilous times, when experience taught that a narrow gorge was easier held against warlike odds than an open roadway.