Westmoreland.
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.
Drunken Barnaby's Journal.
Cheshire.
Chester of Castria took the name,