Is it needful to add that, before the summer waned, the Manchester Man, rapidly rising into public note and favour, entered into another partnership; or that Jabez Clegg, in right of Augusta his wife, took possession of the mansion at Ardwick, to the satisfaction of Mrs. Ashton, who said, “Better late than never!” Or to tell how the trade of Ashton, Chadwick, Clegg, and Co. continued to extend? Or that Travis remained Co. to the end of the chapter—the children’s Co. never taking a wife unto himself? FOOTNOTES: [1] See Appendix. [2] Prior to the close of the Fourteenth Century, Manchester was written Mamecester. [3] Cradle. [4] A sort of close pinafore. [5] A short loose jacket. [6] Ugliest. [7] Inquired. [8] See Appendix B. [9] See Appendix B. [10] Bleacher. [11] Properly. [12] 3 Chron. iv. 9, 10. [13] Leaping-pole. [14] Brooks. [15] Heaps—impediments. [16] See Appendix C. [17] See Appendix. [18] See Appendix. [19] See Appendix. [20] See Appendix. [21] See Appendix. THE END. APPENDIX. In the foregoing story of the “Manchester Man,” I have in a great measure dealt with history, recorded and unrecorded, with absolute people, events, and places. I have not thought it advisable to break the narrative with cumbrous foot-notes calculated to disturb the general reader; but I consider an elucidating Appendix due alike to myself and all those who, in perusing a work of this kind, care to discriminate fact from fiction. Little of the Manchester I have depicted remains intact, a whirlwind of improvement (!) has swept over the town, but old inhabitants will, I think, recognise the faithfulness of my descriptions, as they will remember many of the persons who come and go incidentally throughout. CHAP. I.—After writing this chapter, I learned that a cradled infant was washed down the Irwell from the Broughton, not the Smedley and _Irk_ side, in the flood of 1837. I was familiar with the incident I relate when I was quite a child myself, and I am now fifty-three. The two cases are therefore distinct, yet equally facts. In 1771, during the floods which swept away Tyne Bridge, Newcastle, a vessel took up at sea a cradle in which was a child alive and well. CHAP. III. (B).—The Rev. Joshua Brookes comes into my pages naturally—no story of Manchester life at the commencement of this century would be complete without him. I have endeavoured to do justice to a little-understood man. Many of his eccentricities are on record. At my own baptism and my mother’s churching, occurred the scene which I have endeavoured to reproduce; that delicate lady pushed and pulled about was a stranger to my mother and sponsors. A characteristic anecdote, which I have not met with in print, may not be out of of place here.