The houses after this were all small and, I may say, uninteresting, and reached as far as the field, which Mr. Robert Forster used as a brickfield. Here there was a pond, and the well, known as St. Loy’s Well, in a field adjoining, about 500 ft. from the High-road. This well was said to be always full but never running over, and the properties to be the same as the waters of the Cheltenham Springs. It was cleaned out in the sixteenth century, and at the bottom was found a great stone having certain letters or characters on it, but unfortunately the workmen carelessly broke and defaced it, so it was not known what the characters meant. The houses next were only medium-sized as far as “The Old Ship Inn,” which was then a long, low, rambling building one story high and attics. At the corner by Bruce Grove there was Myers’ the builders’ and stonemasons’ yard and two good houses, one occupied by Miss Keating, sister to the Keating of cough lozenge fame, the corner one by Dr. Edward Curtis May after he left the High Cross. These were all pulled down and the great Eastern Railway Station built on the site. BRUCE GROVE. This was a quiet retired spot; the houses were all good, some very large, and nearly all were occupied by Quakers. Mr. William Fowler’s house, at the end, had beautiful grounds, the meadows extending to the end of the narrow walk leading to Bruce Castle. Flocks of rooks made their nests and found a shelter in the trees there. It was so peaceful, with fields on either side, with a low open iron railing. The only sound to be heard was the caw caw of the rooks who always seemed as if they had something important to discuss, and they left off reluctantly when their bedtime came. On the North side was a row of very old and noble elm trees. By the side of the middle one stood a box which was a shelter for a “Charley.” Charleys were the precursors of policemen. One of their duties was to call out every half-hour the time, and the state of the weather. I remember hearing “half-past nine, and a fine starry night,” or “ten o’clock and a foggy night.” Their life was not altogether an enviable one. It occasionally happened that some young men, returning home rather late, thought it a joke to upset the box with the Charley inside, and there he had to stay till by some means or other he was liberated.