Site Of The Public Stocks - York St Eastern Side, Near Druitt St

Site Of The Public Stocks 
York Street - Eastern Side, Near Druitt Street 

Charles Bertie mentioned earlier about Oldn

The Late Judge Darling says that when he was a small boy he saw A Pillary in the centre of the old markets. A man was pelted by the mob with all sorts of missiles from Rotten Fruit To Human Excrement. I’m
Note  from “The Monitor” 17 May 1837-
“The public stocks have been removed in consequence of the building of the new church St Andrews Cathedral to the south end of York Street, by the police office wall.
Says the Encyclopaedia Britannica – stocks were abolished in 1937 at the end of William IV’s Reign.” 








 

Argyle Street - Millers Point

This Roadway Was Cut Through Solid Rock in the 1840's To Give Access ToCircular  Quay To millers Point. 

The old people of Millers point, modern community Centre, have a view of something more in keeping with age.

Before then prim as an old-fashioned Posey, exciting Village Green charm, lies the cities last truly picturesque patch of its domestic past.

Actresses in a cottage or two, frames like valentines in the Tory 91 space a tiny part of all trees.

Most of the houses were built in the decade 1814 to 1850. For every century nobody thought much about them. Then in the 1961, two astonishment of the tenants Utan for generations, their landlords, the Maritime Services board, I did buy the National trust, moved in with gallons of tasty cheese and paint.

The colours, with white, the old houses acquired a new status. This, citizens begin to tell one another, was a part of old Sydney but it would be fine to see swept away in the modernising of the area, although there is a touch of irony in preserving anything so girls and respectable is the house is available place is a symbol of the rocks.

Behind them coming down the east first slime , I think Stu with a reputation as evil as it stench . Chanting houses stuff like wasps nests to the rock slopes .

There was no running water, no sanitation. Water had to be stripped out of Roxy peach or bought by the bucket from the visit in contact. That’s one define times; they are more numerous than the rate of children, the outnumbered by rats.

Towards the end of the century. These memories house like a shadow of a Carreon pro across the smiling little square

The old people of Millers point, drafting in front of the hideous modern amenities centre, have a new something more in keeping with the age. Before them, prim as an old-fashioned Posey, excluding Village Green charm lies the cities last truly picturesque patch of its domestic past.

A row of George and type terraces in a cottage or two framed like valentines in Victorian I and lace face a tiny part of all trees.

Most of the houses were built in a decade 1840 to 1850.

For over a century nobody thought much about them. Then in 1961, to the astonishment of the tenants-some families have lived there for four generations, their landlords, the Maritime services board, prodded by the national trust, moved in with gallons of tastefully chosen paint.

This, citizens begin to tell one another, was a part of old Sydney that it would be a crime to see you swept away in the modernising of the area, although there is a touch of irony in preserving anything so Das and respectable is the houses of Argyle Place as a symbol of the rocks.

Behind them, tumbling down to the harbour search in spreading East, what’s the colonies first slum, thieves stew with the reputation is evil it’s a stench. Chantey house is stuck like wasps nests to the precipitous rocks

behind them, tumbling down to the harbour surgeon spreading East, what’s the colonies first saw mum, Steve stew with the reputation as evil as it stands. Chantey house are stuck like wasps nests to the precipitous rock slopes. Many were painted with Robin how it’s for the worst element among visiting semen.

There was no running water, no sanitation. Water had to be scooped out of rock seepage or bought by the bucket from a visiting Carter. Goats swarmed with slimy parts; they were more numerous than the ragged children, the outnumbered by rats. Larrikin pushes terrorise the district towards the end of the century.

These memories past like a shadow of a Carreon Crow across the smiling little square.