These memories were written by an unidentified Newspaper correspondent about his childhood memories of ship wrecks and the town of Penzance.
I well remember seeing the vessel in the offing about two o'clock that Sunday afternoon. I think she was beating for the tide. I did not expect at that...
The Old Market House.
"Now came the Market Place. Most of the shops were in this quarter. The Market House was a low oblong building, with pent-houses on the north and east sides, but it was not sufficient for the trade of the town, and several of the butchers had stalls in the street, placed...
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