For the 4 Inns 28s That to saye of the Georg 7s of the Whit Hart 7s of the Anteolop 7s of the Crown 7s Of every alhouse within the Borough 2s Of every alhouse out of the Borough 12d Of every alhouse at the chosing of the Bayleffs, called knowledge money 1d Of every alhouse as will unlisensed or licinsed at every ffayr day every on of them 1d." The Bush is not mentioned by name; it was a mere alehouse. Soon it became a full-grown inn, and the Georg, the Whit Hart and the Anteolop paled their ineffectual hearths. [Illustration: _Oasthouses near Farnham._] Farnham was once the greatest market in England for wheat. Now the chief industry is hops. Farnham hops are some of the best grown, and have always fetched long prices. In Cobbett's day, Kentish hops averaged five pounds a hundredweight, and Hampshire hops were about the same price; Farnham hops fetched seven pounds. English hops to-day average perhaps less than five pounds a hundred, and the hopgrower is in distress. Eighty years ago he was being ruined. Cobbett makes up his accounts, writing at Chilworth on Sept. 25, 1822:-- "The crop of hops has been very fine here, as well as every where else. The crop not only large, but good in quality. They expect to get _six_ pounds a hundred for them at Weyhill Fair. That is _one_ more than I think they will get. The best Sussex hops were selling in the Borough of Southwark at three pounds a hundred a few days before I left London. The Farnham hops _may_ bring double that price; but that, I think, is as much as they will: and this is ruin to the hop-planter. The _tax_, with its attendant inconveniences, amounts to a pound a hundred; the picking, drying, and bagging to 50s. The carrying to market not less than 5s. Here is the sum of L3 10s. of the money. Supposing the crop to be half a ton to the acre, the bare tillage will be 10s. The poles for an acre cannot cost less than L2 a year; that is another 4s. to each hundred of hops. This brings the outgoings to 82s. Then comes the manure, then come the poor-rates, and road-rates, and county-rates; and if these leave one single farthing for _rent_ I think it is strange." Hop-buyers and sellers in those days met in the old Market House, and were doubtless familiar with the queer inscription, still remembered by middle-aged Farnham farmers. John Clark built the Market House in 1566, and wrote on it his riddle:-- "You who don't like me, give money to mend me, You who do like me, give money to end me." The Local Board of 1866, looking round for some worthy object on which to spend their money, liked the old house so well that they ended its existence on the spot.