but ah've nivver bin i' sich a furacious
attack as this before." He then retired, and on leaving the asylum I
heard him ask the governor if he would allow himself and his "valet de
sham" to stay a few weeks in the place, promising to pay all dues and
demands. The governor, however, said he would not be able to do that
without a certificate. So, after bidding the Asylum governor good day, Mr
Leach and I took our departure. I had again to obtain an open carriage to
take us to the Bull Inn, where dinner was to be served. Dinner was
waiting when we got there. "Isn't it a bonny shame" said Mr Leach, "for
us to be hevin' a 7s 6d dinner aht o' t' rates?" "Nay," says the
landlord, "you do your work for nothing." "Hahivver," said Mr Leach,
"Ah'll hev my dinner, but this 'valet de sham' o' mine weant hev owt
here; Ah'll be beyont suspicion." With that he handed me 4s and I went
down into Wakefield and got a good repast. On my return to the Bull Inn,
I found Mr Leach sat on a basket of potatoes at the door. It transpired
that he had been turned out of the hotel, and a chair having been denied
him on which to sit and wait at the door, he had bought a basket of
potatoes from a hawker who was passing, and utilised it as a temporary
seat. Whatever had taken place, Mr Leach was greatly excited, and it was
with no little difficulty that I got him to the station. We reached
Keighley safely, and then, with the aid of a cab from the station, I was
soon able to restore my old friend to "their Sarah." I received 10s for
that day's services.

SLACK-LANE BAPTIST CHAPEL

Many people will remember the old shake-down trap which Mr Leach used to
run some years ago. He often drove up to Tewitt Hall, Oakworth, and
Slack-lane Chapel. For some time he seemed to set his mind on purchasing
Tewitt Hall. About the Chapel, he told me some wonderful stories. He used
to say that his relatives founded Slack-lane Chapel, and that his mother
received in their house the first parson who came to the district.

A VISIT TO CLIFFE CASTLE

Mr Leach, I know, fondly treasured in his memory a visit which he paid to
Cliffe Castle, in 1886, on the occasion of the "White Ball" given by Mr
Butterfield. I was not a little astonished when Mr Leach told me one
morning, "Tha'll hev ta goa wi' me ta t' ball, Bill; ah've bowt thee a
ten-an'-sixpenny ticket." However, I did not care to intrude my presence
on such a "flash" gathering as I knew there would be, and whe