[Atarah]

Hi Mr Ellerby, thanks for posting. Will have a good read of it in a moment.

You probably are not aware of a lady who lived in Augusta St a long time ago. She had a book of poems published, which was looked upon as being a real achievement for her, as she was a mill lass, so would have spent most of her time working hard (think it was this street, will check it out). Her name was Matilda Harrison and her book was called "The Poet's Wreath" - one of her poems was named "My Childhood Home". Although her own street. Augusta, has now been "saved" she must have looked upon an earlier home being demolished and decided to write about it.

Ye might have spared my childhood’s home,
That long remembered’d spot
That wheresoe’er on earth I roam
Will never be forgot
Smile not because those walls are dear,
More dear than words can tell,
Nor deem me weak if, with a tear,
I bid them now farewell.