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Manor House

Demolished in 1963, after a fire in 1961, it was on the east side of the London Road, north of Baron Grove.

The office block Justin Plaza was built on the site.

Eric Montague in Mitcham Histories: 4 Lower Mitcham wrote: “Its exterior was predominantly ‘Georgian’ in style … commonly believed to be nearly 300 years old when demolished …”.

It had been sold to builder Charles Sayers in 1960, according to the Croydon Camera Club bio of H.G. Dorrett. Mr Dorrett had died in 1958, aged 87. He left the house to Miss Nettie Moon.

clip from Merton Memories, copyright Dorrett & Co., image reference Mit_Buildings_24-3

1953 OS map

Newspaper Articles
Mitcham Advertiser – Thursday 29 June 1961

Big blaze at famous old mansion ONE of Mitcham’s oldest houses, the 18th century Manor House in London Road, was severely damaged by a fire which broke out shortly after six o’clock on Monday evening. It was at the height of the rush hour, and traffic pouring in both directions was diverted round the Cricket Green while fire engines from Mitcham, Epsom, Wimbledon, Tooting and Battersea fought the blaze. Although the fire was brought under control within an hour, by firemen wearing breathing apparatus, they did not leave until the carly hours of Tuesday. The house, which was listed as an ancient monument and as being worthy of preservation because of its architectural and historical value, belongs to the Mitcham building firm of Charles Sayers. It was let to Indes Refrigerators, Ltd., of Streatham, and refrigerators valued at £8,000 to £10,000 were destroyed or damaged, At the height of the blaze, it was feared that someone might be trapped in the house, but later investigations by C.I.D. officers proved these fears unfounded. The fire, which caused extensive damage on both floors, was confined mainly to the back of the rambling building. The main drawing room, with its magnificent marble fireplace, was ruined, and the Georgian shutters in all the rooms were badly burned. Firemen managed to keep the flames from the wide carved wood staircase.

Mitcham Advertiser – Thursday 05 July 1956

MITCHAM NOTES
by The Commoner

FOR the first time probably in its long and piquant history the building known as the Manor House, and as the old maintainer of the chief stumbling block to the progress of South Mitcham main road wanderers, was recently open to the view of any passer-by. The centuries old high brick wall which had hidden the Manor House’s architectural glories and preserved its privacy for centuries had disappeared, almost in a day.

For the first time, too, the place where the Manor House folk and visitors stabled their horses and carriages was open to the public view—very open, for the London Road frontage was sliced off as with a knife, revealing nooks and crannies unsuspected by the outside world.

A new wall, less obtrusive on the public weal, less obstructive in every way, and less interesting, now carries on the business of the old one, keeps the ghosts in their place and the secrets of the Manor House intact. People hurrying to the Town Hall to pay their rates, women bulging with shopping baskets and bargains, mothers with pram-loads of their latest contributions to the happiness and problems of the world, can now progress on both sides of the London Road with equal speed, safety and uprightness. South Mitcham Residents’ Association and the Borough Council can rejoice reasonably or greatly over a good deed well done.

Solid history

Made apparently of sloppier stuff, I leaned on what remained of the old wall for a moment and dropped a tear. Dash it all, the Manor House wall, built when Lords of the Manor were real and grasping, and bricklayers had no morning prayers or afternoon teas to prevent their progress to higher things, was solid history. Many a poor fellow going to or coming back from the Derby has leaned against the old Manor House wall to rest from his labours, recover his wits or count his blessings. I have seen the top of it (never despoiled with fragments of glass) decorated with scores of men and maids, not to speak of urchins and brats, determined not to miss the passing show.

Men of character, men of money, and men who helped to make Mitcham what it was and is, have lived, loved and laboured in the Manor House, Lower Mitcham, which is probably older than Eagle House, Upper Mitcham, and more modest in its claims to beauty and publicity. Not the least of its owners and occupiers is Mr. H. G. Dorrett, who has filled the heavily-timbered interior with things of beauty and in keeping with its ancient atmosphere. He is a lover, however, who does not lose his head in the presence of the beloved. His wit and humour are vintage type and he fits into the scene of the Manor House in figure, thought and temperament, and in harmony with his 86 years.

Manor House ghost

When the Manor House was vacant during the war the ghost had the time of its life and even got into the Fleet Street newspapers. The only thing it was afraid of was the caretaker, a real old Mitcham character, whom its hauntings did not scare a bit. “I do more rattlin than he does,” he told me, “especially after I have had a pint or two. He probably overhears me and so keeps out of my way.”

People fortunate enough to see the quaintly gabled and ivy-clad front of the Manor House during the fall and rise of the walls, remarked on its peculiar charm and trim appearance generally, and hoped that it would remain uncovered for aye. It is the last of the “feature” houses in that once rather patrician part of Mitcham, and would at least soften the blows given by the nearby mountains of flats in the modern style of beauty.

Mitcham Advertiser – Thursday 30 July 1942

CIVIC SOCIETY VISITS MITCHAM’S ANCIENT MONUMENTS

The view from the flat roof and glazed cupola of Eagle House, one of the scheduled ancient monuments of Mitcham, is not as striking as the view from the top of the Parish Church tower: nevertheless, about thirty members of the Mitcham Civic Society on their first official walk abroad among the few historic places left in the borough, found it interesting.

The view was breezy, too, though that was due to the wind not to the features of the landscape, near or far. The gasworks was in it, of course. It is no use turning one’s back on the gasworks anywhere in Mitcham, for it always makes its presence seen or felt. The members had a most intimate view of the new Bond Road School just below, Fred Gray’s show caravans, and some washing on the line, also of the baths on the opposite side of London Road, Mizen Bros.’ glassless greenhouses, and some places where the people queue up with coupons. After that they came down to earth again.

The guide, philosopher and friend of the society’s first pilgrimage was Mr. Tom Francis, who has an abounding knowledge of Mitcham of all times, including his own, which has provided him with the best stories. Where the historical point or historical person came under review a story invariably followed the facts and illuminated them. The monogram on the lovely old hand-wrought iron entrance gates, mercifully preserved, has puzzled the learned as much as the unlearned for an age. Three authorities differ, said Mr. Francis, not only about the identity of the person so initialled but about the initials themselves. He himself suggested that they commemorated Sir James Dolliffe, a director of the South Sea Company, who rebuilt the house in 1705. The date is recorded on a fine lead gutter-head. The earlier building was supposed to have been the property of Sir Walter Raleigh, who certainly had property somewhere in Mitcham. The stone eagles surmounting the fencing pillars, headless for years, gave rise to many conjectures—as to how they lost their heads.

Eagle House, once the residence of John Bond, London Banker, whose name is fixed in Bond Road near by, commands attention from even passers-by. Bus-top passengers new to the district invariably are interested in it. It is a finely proportioned building on rising ground, early eighteenth century in style of architecture as well as in date, whose foundations suggest that a more ancient building once stood there. A few of the more intrepid explorers of the society sought in the basement for traces of the dungeon chains tradition associates with the place, but all they found were the domestic appurtenances of the Borough Council Day Nursery, whose cook, Mrs. Farnsworth, led the members to the roof and to the cellars.

In the panelled hall Mr. Francis told the story of the house before exploring it. Among his audience were Ald. S. L. Gaston (chairman of the society), Coun. A. T. Godden (chairman of the Library Committee), Mrs. Brockin (founder of the society), Miss M. M. Green (chief librarian and secretary), Miss M. Farewell Jones (a member of the Surrey Archaeological Society), Mr. S. C. Norman (Balham Chief Librarian) and Mrs. Norman, Mrs. East and Miss East, the matron of Cumberland House, Miss Bolsover, Miss Low (Youth Council), Mr. C. P. Walker (Baths Superintendent) and Mrs. Walker, Miss E. Thrupp (Borough Council Housing Manager) and others.

ANCIENT AND MODERN

From Eagle House the party walked to the Manor House in South Mitcham, passing on the way London House, the home of the Francis family for nearly a hundred years and of more than passing historic interest itself. There Mr. Francis showed a wheel and sleeper block of the Surrey Iron Railway, the first railway in England, or anywhere, which passed through Mitcham from Wandsworth to Croydon and Merstham. There also the members decorated themselves with a sprig of the authentic Mitcham lavender.

“Where is the Manor House?” asked several members on the way there. It is safe to say that the majority of the people of modern Mitcham could not give its whereabouts. It is the most delightfully secluded building in the borough. Yet it is in the main London Road. A massive brick wall, a feature in itself, and trees behind it, hide it from the vulgar gaze. The present owner is Mr. H. G. Derrett, a name to conjure with in the realm of artistic photography and known far and wide, especially in the film world. Mr. Derrett welcomed the society to his beautiful and ancient retreat himself and conducted the members over it with an old-world courtesy and intimate personal touch which added greatly to the pleasure. The house is crammed with modern as well as ancient features, and the society was torn between two interests. Against a sombre background of old oak panelling, beamed ceilings and a grand staircase suggesting crinolines, knee breeches and powdered hair, shone out the lovely faces of American and British film actresses, life-size, some of them, and full figured. In the concentrated rays of electric lights they had a stereoscopic and so life-like an appearance that many “Oh, look!” exclamations were heard in every room the visitors entered. The “Lovelies” won the first attention. But a bust of Mr. Derrett, the work of his niece, was a finer example of art than any of the film photographs to “The Advertiser” visitor. Fine old furniture and a rare piece of glassware were noted, also a ruinous leak in the roof which brought the Manor House (circa 1730) into the same class of buildings as “Mon Repos,” (circa 1930). Mr. Derrett showed everything, including the leak, with informative data and a quiet humour. A difference of view about a ceiling that looked at one time like developing into a very learned dispute between two visitors was neatly bunkered by Mr. Derrett’s inside knowledge.

After the party had looked into every room, nook and corner, downstairs and upstairs, had admired the garden and the back view of the Manor House, had glimpsed the range and wonder of the work done there by the owner and his gifted staff, Mr. Francis entertained the visitors with photographs and stories of Old Mitcham for another half hour in the splendid old oak panelled room upstairs, which was voted the gem of them all. He and Mr. Derrett were thanked by Ald. Gaston, who, he confessed, only touched a minor chord of the appreciation the Civic Society felt of all they had seen and heard on that first tour in the company of two such knowledgeable and pleasant guides.


Maps are reproduced with the permission of the National Library of Scotland.

1911 : Memories of Mitcham by Ben Slater

Benjamin Slater wrote of his memories of Mitcham in 1911. The following was published in the October 1932 edition of the East Mitcham Ratepayers Association Magazine.

Some notes:
1. Major Moor refers to Moore as in Potter & Moore;
2. 10 acres is about half the size of the present day Figges Marsh;
3. Mr Aspery assumed to mean Mr Asprey;
4. The Tram line was the Surrey Iron Railway
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MEMORIES OF MITCHAM

By the Late BENJAMIN SLATER.
(Written in 1911. The Author’s vivid italics have been retained).

In the year 1848 the land now covered by the coal wharf and Harvey & Knight’s Floor Cloth factory in Morden Road, Mitcham, was a field of Liquorice which is grown for Its Root – which penetrates the earth to the depth of from 3 to 4 feet, and has to be trenched out of the ground by men to that depth. In the work of getting this crop out the men came across a large quantity of human bones – some of the skeletons were found in stone coffins – with them a long sword was found; a number of spears were also found, also silver and bronze coins; most of these the men kept – also some of the spears. There used to be a man come down each week and buy these of the men employed in the work – all the swords – and most of the spears were taken to Major Moor’s house at Fig’s Marsh, where he lived at Manor House by the Swan Hotel. The bones were taken to a barn which stood where John’s Place now stands called Angel’s Farm, and there taken care of until the work of trenching was over – and then carted back to the field and buried in a deep trench. There was also found several cups shaped like a beer glass with a foot to it, the lip was curved very much, it looked to be made of black mud with a greyish look about it; some of them got broken, but the men took them home. The teeth in the skulls were as perfect and bright as in life, there were several sets taken away by the men. I found a spear and a set of teeth myself some time after the work had been finished, but don’t know what became of them; the silver coins were about as large as a two shilling piece, but thin as wafer, but in good preservation; the bronze coins were similar in size to the silver ones.

At this time nearly all the land in Mitcham was cultivated in herbs; there were about fifty acres of liquorice grown in Mitcham by Major Moor and Mr James Arthur and one of two other growers; there were also about 100 acres of peppermint grown annually; this crop was distilled for its oil. The oil of peppermint is a very valuable oil, a certain cure for cholera gripes and pains in the stomach. It is very cleansing. I have many times when cutting the crop cut my finger badly, but took no notice of it; it would bleed freely at first but would soon stop, and in twenty-four hours it would be healed up. The mint after being stilled would be carted to a convenient place and put into a lump and mixed with stable manure and used for manuring the land, so you see everything was turned to account. There were also about 50 acres of camomiles grown annually in Mitcham; there were several farmers who grew this crop – there were Major Moor, Mr James Arthur, Mr Francis and William Newman, and a Mr Weston. The farm-house and homestead of Mr Weston stood where Mizen Bros. glass-houses stand now, opposite the Holborn Schools. I believe it was pulled down by Mizens, when they bought the land. The camomile crop was a very important crop, for it employed a very large number of people to gather the flowers; all the village used to turn out to gather the camomile flowers, in the camomile season, which began at the beginning of July and ended the end of August. The Schools used to close for the camomile season, which lasted two months. I have seen as many as 200 women and children in a 10 acre field, gathering of the flowers. They were paid a penny a pound for the gathering of the flowers. The villagers used to reckon on the money they earned in the camomile season to clothe their children, and pay the rent of their houses for the year.

The next important crop to this is Lavender – at least 50 acres of this crop was grown yearly; this was grown for distilling for its scent, it was not used for any other purpose. Then came the Rose – at least 20 acres of the old Cabbage or Provence rose were grown. These roses were grown and distilled for their scent and rose-water – rose-water is used for weak eyes very largely. Then came the damask rose – over 20 or 30 acres of this rose was grown and gathered in its bud; it was a pretty rose, deep crimson in colour – this was treated differently to the Cabbage rose. The petals of the flowers were pulled out of the cup they were set in, the cup thrown away and the petals dried in a stove; they were then ready for sale. Another crop largely grown in Mitcham was caraway; the seeds were distilled for its oil; it is also sold for making caraway cakes.

Next comes the Belladona, largely used for plasters for bad back. Several acres of this herb were grown. It is rather a pretty plant, the seed pods the shape of a hen’s egg, and as large, with spines all over it, growing about 18 inches high, forming a very pretty dark green bushy plant. Then we have the Henbane; this grows 2 feet high with large green leaves as big as your hand, and forms a large bushy plant. It has a flower like a tobacco plant; the seed pod is just like an acorn, set in a cup just the same. There were several acres of it grown. Now I come to the Marsh Malop; this grew about four feet high bearing a mass of convolulus-like flowers, a very pretty plant grown for its root and top both, used chiefly for poultices for bad legs and bruises, etc. Several acres of this herb were grown.

Then there was the Rosemary; this a herb that would be found in every cottage garden, a pretty shrubby plant very much like lavender. This boiled in water and then strained off and left till cool makes a splendid hairwash, clearing away all scurf and relieving the head very much. Then comes the Saffron; this plant is poison, it grows very much like the shrub Cedar of Lebanon, growing about a foot high. This was not grown extensively, being a rather dangerous plant. Then we have the Pennyroyal, a herb growing close to the ground like horehound – there was an acre or two of this grown; and then we come to the Horehound. This was largely grown; this and liquorice boiled together and the liquor drank, is a sure cure for colds, coughs, asthma, and Bronchitis. Then we have the Feverfew; this is used in cases of fever, as the name implies where this is grown few fevers are. Then comes the wormwood. This was largely grown; it is a terrible strong bitter. It was at one time much used in Brewing in place of hops, its use is forbidden now; it grew about 3 feet high; it is so bitter that if you put a piece in your mouth you would shudder from head to foot. Then there was the Rue – this is used for Rue gin, and for croup among fowls and in many other ways. Then there is the Lavender Cotton – a pretty little white green foliage plant with the appearance of lavender, very poisonous. Then there is the loveage. The root of this plant is very much like celery and smells like it. Then comes the Angelica; this is a plant similar to Loveage. Then there was the Squirting Cucumber, a plant like the melon in its foliage growing close to the ground, bearing little white green cucumbers about as large as your thumb; this plant had to be handled by a man who was thoroughly acquainted with its nature. It was so very dangerous the man had to have his mouth and nose covered when working gathering the fruit; these had to be grown in an isolated place where no one would be likely to interfere with them; it would not be safe to grow them in Mitcham now. Then comes the Poppy; two or three acres of these were grown. They were sown in early Spring broadcast and thinned out to about six inches apart; they grew about 5 or 6 feet high, bearing large heads as large as your fist – their stalks were thick and strong, standing on the ground until they were quite dry, then they were gathered and stored for sale. Now comes the Monkshood Aconite, a very deadly poisonous plant, grown for its root and top both. Next comes the Tansey; this herb would be found in most cottage gardens, (they called it the ginger plant) growing two feet high with a fernlike foliage and a yellow flower, it smelt like ginger. I have seen all these herbs grown in Mitcham, and have had a hand in their cultivation. Years back there used to be an old woman live in Mitcham who got her living by gathering wild herbs. I will give you the names of some of the herbs she gathered:

1. The Coltsfoot
2. Devils’ Bit
3. Yerrow
4. Thyme
5. Orris, his smelt like stinking fish
6. Biteny
7. Egremony
8. Red Poppy flowers
9. Yellow Bay
10. Adder’s Spear
11. Dandelion
12. Ground Ivy
13. Calendine

These are only a few of them.

I will now point out one or two of the Big Farms; first of all Major Moor’s Farm on Fig’s Marsh, a very large farm, several hundred acres, employing a great number of hands both men and women. Three-fourths of this Farm was cultivated in Herbs; there was a large distillery adjoining the farm house containing 5 large stills for distilling the herbs. After the Major died, his son James Bridger, carried on the Farm until his death, then it was broken up, and the property sold. There was a building stood in the Farm yard used as an office and store house with a Tower with a clock in it; this clock chimed the quarters and struck the hour. When the Vestry hall was built the bells of this Clock were given to the Vestry hall and are now doing duty there. Major Moor in his day was a man of great authority; his word was law, he was lord of the manor and after him his son, Mr. James Bridger.

Mr James Arthur’s Farm comes next in importance. This Farm is at the top of the Common, now Mr. Daniel Watney’s. This was a very large farm employing a great number of men and women. Nothing but herbs was grown on this Farm. The distillery belonging to this farm is still standing in the Croydon Road, now belonging to a French firm named Jakeson. This farm extended on the Croydon side as far as Thornton Heath and Waddon, and on the Mitcham side as far a Nelson’s Fields, Merton, and Pudding Fields as far as Ravensbury, Morden.

There were several farmers who kept cows. John Bunce, Market Gardener, of Swanes Lane, Fig’s Marsh, kept about a dozen; having no grass land these were grazed on Fig’s Marsh. Then there was Mr. Weston; about the same number from this farm was grazed on Fig’s Marsh; they had boys to see that the cows did not stray into the Fields. There were 5 or 6 cow keepers on the east and west side of the Common who between then kept over 50 cows – these cow-keepers had no land, their cows were grazed on the Common, with boys to look after them. At this time there were no railways across the Common, so they had plenty of space to roam over. I have seen in the hot weather in Summer when flies used to bite them 7 or 8 cows come running off the Common with their tails stuck up in the air and run into the Three King’s Pond half over their bodies in water and stop there switching their tails until the flies had gone before they left the water; no one interfered with them unless they strayed in to the fields. If they did that they were taken to the pound and their owners charged with the damage they had done.

I will now tell you about some of our old Factories. In the year 1830 the Woodite factory that is now on the east side of the Common was then the Mitcham Workhouse, or should I say Poorhouse. After a time the poor were transferred to Dupper’s Hill, Croydon; then the old Mitcham poorhouse was used as a match factory. The first matches ever made were made at this Factory; they were 3 or 4 inches long and as much wood in one as there is in 7 or 8 now made. Theepence a box was charged for them, not more than 3 or 4 dozen matches in a Box. After a time it was changed into a rubber Factory, where the Atlantic Cable was made; while the cable was being made there were several hundred hands employed, which lasted several years; then it was used for making Rubber Tyres for carriages, bikes, motor cars, etc. A part of it is used for that purpose now, the other part is used as a margaine factory. Now I come to the silk printing. There was a large factory at Beddington Corner, on the opposite side of the River to Macraye’s Skin mills. Sample silk printing was done here on a large scaled employing a good many hands. Next I come to the Ravensbury Factory, this was noted for calico printing also silk printing, and the noted Paisley shawls were made and printed here to a large extent. There were a great number of hands employed here both men and women, French, Scottish and English. This factory stood at the back of Rutter’s Tobacco factory, but has been closed some years. Next to this was a silk printing factory at Phipps Bridge belonging to a Mr Aspery, and adjoining this was a large Stocking Factory employing a large number of hands, mostly women; this was burned down and never rebuilt. Next I come to Litler’s silk printing Factory, close to Merton Abbey; this Factory is still working, I think it is the only one left that carries on the work in Mitcham now.

I will tell you now what Mitcham Fair was like 50 years ago. The chief attraction at this time was the dancing Booths. There were three very large booths which stood side by side, each about 20 feet wide and about 30 yards long. Down the middle of these were laid boards to dance on, and on each side there were tables and seats where people could sit and have Refreshments. The dancing commenced at 6 in the evening and lasted until 11, closing time. You paid 3d. for a dance, or you could dance the whole evening by paying a shilling. This used to be jolly fun – plenty of Toe Treading and occasionally naughty words but it was all fair at fair time; the Booths were always full from the time they opened until they closed. There was a Refreshment Bar at the entrance of each Booth where you could ham and beef or bread and cheese and draught or bottled beers. There were oyster stalls around the Fair in every crook and corner where cartloads of oysters were sold during the Fair. Mitcham Fair was called the Oyster Fair; you could get a dozen natives of the best quality for three pence; people used to have a feast at these stalls themselves, and then take some home as a fairing for those at home. There was also pickled salmon sold at these stalls. It was in small tubs called kits, made like a butcher’s pickling tub, wider at the Bottom than at the Top; it was in slices weighing a pound each. A Tub held 12 lbs. And was sold at a shilling a pound; it was pickled in vinegar. People used to go in for this freely. After the Fair was over the lord of the manor sent his carts to clear the oyster shells away; they were carried on to the land as manure.

The gingerbread nut was a favourite among the fair goers; the stalls did big business in this line. You had not been to the Fair unless you took home some gingerbread nuts. You were charged a shilling a pound for these. There were not many Shows; one Circus, where you would see horse riding, tight-rope dancing, tumbling and juggling; there was one Theatre, where you would see Maria Martin in the Red Barn performed; and two or three penny shows, showing white mice and a tame rat and snake in a box, etc. In another a big fat woman and Tom Thumb and his wife another a fire eater and a performing pony who went round the audience and picked out the boy who ate his mother’s sugar, and the girl who put her fingers in the treacle pot, etc. Cheap Jack did a good business always, also the man who sold crackers and penny scratchers, a toy they drew down your back.

On Easter Monday there used to be plenty of sport – greasy pole climbing, hurdle jumping, walking and running matches, bobbing for rolls and treacle, dipping for oranges, dabchick hunting in the Three King’s Pond – this was fine sport. They put the dabchick in the water and then sent dogs in after it, but I never saw a dog catch the Bird. As soon as the dogs got within a few yards of the bird it would disappear under the water and come up some distance off; they would keep going for it until they had to give up and poor dabchick was at rest. They also had grinning through the Horse Collar – this caused plenty of laughter; also donkey jumping in sacks, &c.

On Whit Mondays the Benefit Societies of the parish used to meet for their annual dinners and march around the village with Band and Banners, which brought out all the folks of the village. After all this performance they would sit down to dinner; after dinner was over there was a dance which lasted all night.

On the First of May the Butchers with marrow Bones and Cleavers, and Chimney sweeps with a Jack in the Green would go round the village – the sweeps knocked their brushes on their shovels, and the Butchers knocked their marrow bones on their cleavers, there were two flute players as well, which made up the Band. They paid all the nobility of the place a visit, and collared a good sum of money.

In the year 1840 there was a Tram line running from Wandsworth to Croydon, also a branch line to Beddington Corner, Hackbridge, Carshalton, and I don’t know know how far it went beyond this. It was used for bringing coals from Wandsworth to all the villages on its route. The coal sheds for Mitcham were at the old Mitcham Railway Station as it is now; the line ran on the same ground from Croydon as the present railway runs on now as far as the coal wharf; then it ran in a straight line across to Mitcham Church and on to Merton Pickle and on to Wandsworth. The line was not laid on wooden sleepers but in square blocks of stone a foot square and let in the ground, the upper part a few inches above the ground; the rails were fixed to these by iron spikes. The rails were grooved just the same as the present tram rails are. The trucks used for carrying the coal were drawn by horses. This line was done away with in the year 1844. At this time the road from the church to Merton was a lane with a hedge on both sides, just wide enough for one cart to go down, and was used for getting to and from the land; there was no footways, you had to walk between the ruts where the horses walked, if you went that way. Since that time Mitcham has changed very much, the herbs that were grown then have given place to flowers and vegetables, and miles of glass. If Mizen’s glass houses were placed end to end they would reach miles.

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