Tuesday 19 February 1884

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From the The Horsham Times

ALL NIGHT IN A COAL HOLE— The Late. Rev. Dr Wrightman, of Kirkmahoe, one night, sitting later than usual sunk in the profoundities of a great folio tome, imagined he heard a sound in the kitchen inconsis tent with the quietude and security of the manse, so taking his candle, he pro ceeded to investigate the cause. His foot being heard in the lobby, the house keeper began with all earnestness to, cover the fire, as if preparing for bed. “Ye’re late up to-night Mary.” I’a. jnit rakin’ the fire, sir; and gaun ts bed.” That’s right, Mary; I like ti-meoes hours. On his way back to the study he passed the coal closet, and turning the key, took it with him. Next morning, atan early hour, there was a: rap at his bedroom door, and a request for the key to light the fire. “Ye’re too soon ‘up, Mary ; go back to your bed yet.” Half an hour later there was another knock and a similar re quest, in order to prepare the break fast. I don’t want breakfast so soon,. Mary; go back to your bed.” Another half hour, and another knock, with entreaty for the key, as it was washing day. This was enough. He rose, and handed out the key, saying-” Go and let the man out !” Mary’s sweetheart had, as the minister shrewdly suspected, been imprisoned all night in the coal closet, where, Pyramus and Thisbe like,. they had breathed their love to each. other through the keyhole.

Such a lovely “coalmantic” story!!!!

Found at: Alexander Sq – South Kensignton.

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Author: Dani Middleton

I was born in Brazil in 1981 and lived there for 23 years before emigrating to the UK in 2005. I had read about England’s history since a young age however I moved here purely due to the history of London itself. Everything in this city fascinates me; from its parks, pubs and buildings to street names, post boxes and bollards. Watching children “beating the bounds” or the rose ceremony, you can never be tired of London. I love the quirkiness of the little alleys, the secrets of the forgotten architecture and how wonderful it can be to simply turn a corner and suddenly find a whole new world. I have worked in some remarkable places in London: museums, palaces, galleries, archives, even digging for the MoL on the Thames foreshore but I now work for Tower Bridge where, daily, I can see the City from a different point of view. Working for the City, learning its history and stories makes me eager to learn more. London is a flowing, living organism, with the old and new together transforming it every day, but always with its history at your fingertips. One step, an intricate Victorian coal hole; another step, an old Police box; yet another, an office block built seamlessly onto an old roman ruin. I am just a girl, lost in London trying not to find the way out but a way deeper, further inside what makes this city so… special, so… unique, so… me. I am a Londoner.

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