Shaping their course through Worsley, by Monton Green and Pendleton, they arrived in about an hour within sight of the town, which then,--not a tithe of its present size, and unpolluted by the smoky atmosphere in which it is now constantly enveloped,--was not without some pretensions to a picturesque appearance.

Crossing Salford Bridge, they mounted Smithy-Bank, as it was then termed, and proceeding along Cateaton-street and Hanging Ditch, struck into Whithing (now Withy) Grove, at the right of which, just where a few houses were beginning to straggle up Shude Hill, stood, and still stands, the comfortable hostel of the Seven Stars.

Here they stopped, and were warmly welcomed by its buxom mistress, Dame Sutcliffe.

Muffled in Guy Fawkes's cloak, the priest gained the chamber to which he was ushered unobserved.

And Dame Sutcliffe, though her Protestant notions were a little scandalized at her dwelling being made the sanctuary of a Popish priest, promised, at the instance of Master Chetham, whom she knew to be no favourer of idolatry in a general way, to be answerable for his safety..