Not far from the Union Hall is the old _Tennis_ or _Ball Court_, where Penn the Quaker once preached to his admirers, and which was afterwards occupied as a THEATRE, until the perversion of St. Nicholas’ Chapel (now the MUSIC HALL) to the like use. Here the productions of “rare Ben Jonson,” and the “immortal Will,” together with the minor frivolities of Congreve, Cibber, and Vanbrugh (the latter of whom is claimed as a native of Chester), were doled forth to the patrons of “the legitimate drama.” Chester is now destitute of a Theatre; but whether it has suffered materially by the loss, shall be left, so far at least as we are concerned, an open question. A little farther, upon the left hand, lies QUEEN STREET; its higher or northern portion being anciently known as the _Justing Croft_. Beyond the mere name, history has bequeathed us no record of this spot; but, though England’s bard has tritely enough exclaimed—“What’s in a name?” there is something in _this_ one of more than ordinary significance. It is clear that at one time this was the mimic field on which the youthful chivalry of Chester wielded the lance, battle-axe, and sword; that this was the proud arena where, after their return from the wars of Palestine and of France, the belted knights of Cheshire tried a friendly lance with each other, in the presence of their assembled sweethearts and dames; and here, at “tilt and tourney,” met the would-be champions of their county, the Calveleys, the Dones, the Egertons, and the Cholmondeleys, and, mayhap, too, the Grosvenors, the Warburtons, and the Leghs. We could weave—but we won’t, for our time is getting short—a page or two of romance about this once favourite haunt. Let us hurry away, then, first casting a glance at two Chapels in this street—opposition establishments, but near neighbours withal,—the ROMAN CATHOLIC CHAPEL, lately transformed into a Cathedral; and the larger and much handsomer meeting-house of the Calvinists, or INDEPENDENTS. Once again in Foregate Street, we are soon at the head of LOVE LANE; why so named is a mystery; at all events, its mission of love is now confined to the manufacture of _tobacco-pipes_. At its eastern corner is a handsome house, with spacious area in front, until lately the city residence of the Barnstons of Crewe Hill, a Cheshire family of high lineage and repute. In the area before this house, March 19, 1804, the colours were presented to the _Loyal Cheshire Volunteers_, by the lady of Colonel Barnston, commanding officer of the corps. The house is now converted into the AUCTION MART of the Messrs. Churton, the knock of whose professional hammer vibrates at intervals through its noble rooms.