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Old Silver Tavern


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  • Provide (mirror glass) with a backing of a silver-colored material in order to make it reflective
  • made from or largely consisting of silver; "silver bracelets"
  • coat with a layer of silver or a silver amalgam; "silver the necklace"
  • Coat or plate with silver
  • a soft white precious univalent metallic element having the highest electrical and thermal conductivity of any metal; occurs in argentite and in free form; used in coins and jewelry and tableware and photography
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    tavern
  • An establishment for the sale of beer and other drinks to be consumed on the premises, sometimes also serving food
  • The Tavern is located at 214 E. 3rd St., Little Rock, Arkansas. It was built in 1820, and added to the National Register of Historic Places in 1970.
  • a building with a bar that is licensed to sell alcoholic drinks
  • A tavern is a place of business where people gather to drink alcoholic beverages and, more than likely, also be served food. An inn is a tavern which has a license to put up guests.

Hole in the Wall Queen Square Bristol
Hole in the Wall Queen Square Bristol
Situated in the heart of the dockside, next to the historic Queen Square, is the old Berni - now a Beefeater - restaurant, the Hole-in-the-Wall ex mail-coaching inn. The pub/restaurant is reminiscent of an old coaching inn, with the restaurant covering the whole of the top floor, where you can dine whilst looking out over the docks and the river station, or the prominent St Mary Redcliffe church. Once called the Coach and Horses, the Hole in the Wall pub on the corner of Queen Square is a well known Bristol landmark. In the eighteenth century it was one of a number of pubs frequented by seafarers in the age of press-gangs, where men were kidnapped and forcibly recruited into the British Navy. The spy house on the dock side of the pub was used as a lookout for press gangs. The Spyglass at the Hole in the Wall where sailors kept watch for the press gangs. Press-gangs were not used for slave ships, though underhand methods were used to get sailors aboard these ships. Slave ships were not popular with sailors, because of the high mortality rates among the crew and the danger of slave rebellions. It was common in many of the taverns around the centre of Bristol for landlords to receive money from ship owners in return for plying sailors with drink to get them into debt. The only way sailors could then avoid going to the poor house or debtors' prison was to enlist on a slave ship. Who on earth would want to drink in a Hole in the Wall ? Quite a few people, it seems even if they can't agree about why. There's plenty of debate about which Bristol pub inspired Stevenson's Spyglass in Treasure Island. Most people think it's the Hole in the Wall in The Grove, which seems to fit the description fairly well. Why the Coach and Horses was called the Hole in the Wall isn't clear, but it's certainly been known as that for hundreds of years. One theory, which is as good as any, is that it gained the name from the small doorway and long passage entrance from Queen Square. AT THE SIGN OF THE SPYGLASS WHEN I had done breakfasting the squire gave me a note addressed to John Silver, at the sign of the Spyglass and told me I should easily find the place by following the line of the docks, and keeping a bright lookout for a little tavern with a large brass telescope for a sign. I set off, overjoyed at this opportunity to see some more of the ships and seamen, and picked my way aillong a great crowd of people and carts and bales, for the dock was now at its busiest, until I found the tavern in question. It was a bright enough little place of entertainment. The sign was newly painted; the windows had neat red curtains; the floor was cleanly sanded. There was a street on each side, and an open door on both, which made the large, low room pretty clear to see in, in spite of clouds of tobacco smoke. The customers were mostly seafaring men; and they talked so loudly that I hung at the door, almost afraid to enter. The fact that Stevenson never saw it until after Treasure Island was published doesn't spoil a good story But how did any pub end up with such an uninviting name ? Mr R. W Evans of Bristol Hill, Brislington, reckons it goes back to the war when the pub - then the Coach and Horses - was damaged by a bomb. 'To gain access for his customers the landlord knocked a hole in the wall at the back of the premises, which consisted of a courtyard surrounded by a high brick wall,' says Mr Evans, who picked up the tale from a pub regular some years ago. It's a nice story, but not the reason for the pub's name, which is far older. The inn was built around 1700 as the Coach and Horses but deeds refer to it as both the Coach and Horses and the Hole in the Wall. The second name was usually given to inns near a hole in a boundary wall, and there have been at least three in Bristol. Two were in Prince Street, just outside the old city boundary. The earliest was the Shipwrights Arms which vanished, more than century ago. The second, fondly remembered by many Bristolians, was The Merchants Arms, a converted house built on, or near, the site of the Shipwrights Arms and run by the well-known Fowkes family. That was demolished around 1943 to make way for the road across Queen Square. Literary pirate Long John Silver is set to be celebrated with a statue in Bristol. Fans of Robert Louis Stevenson's one-legged pirate hope to build a bronze statue in his honour outside the Hole in the Wall pub believed to be the inspiration for the novel's watering hole, The Spyglass. Although the scheme to build a statue is at an early stage, it is estimated it will cost up to ?45,000 to create. A campaign is being launched to raise the cash and is being kick-started by 96-year-old Frank Shipsides, who is acknowledged as one of Bristol's greatest living marine artists. He has agreed to donate 150 personally-signed copies of a picture depicting the proposed statue outside the pub. The statue is the brainchild of the newly-formed Long J
The Knockerdown Inn at Carsington
The Knockerdown Inn at Carsington
Location:Knockerdown, near Carsington, Derbyshire, England, UK Date of Photograph:9 November 2006 OS Grid Reference:SK232519 The art and the usage of this gallows sign painting at the Knockerdown Tavern embody a complex pun. Just North of Carsington, and perhaps a mile from the tavern, is Carsington Pasture, the largest unenclosed field in The White Peak. Caves on Carsington Pasture contain prehistoric and Roman inhumations, and even woolly rhinoceros remains, whilst the limestone is raddled with lead mine shafts and galleries dating from prehistory to The Second World War. Most of these remains are undocumented and clearly the pasture should not be walked without expert guidance. Immediately East of the pub the recent Carsington Reservoir had to be grouted for unmapped workings and is thought to occupy the site of the Roman lead-smelting town of Lutudarum where a cupel was sited, strangely in a province noted for the lack of silver in its lead. Carsington Pasture is on The King’s Field. The Knockerdown Inn is today a well-regarded family restaurant and day resort. The existing fabric dates back to the seventeenth century, and may have been patronised by travellers on the London to Manchester coach route via Hognaston. In any event, a hostelry would early have been established to serve thirsty miners. With regard to the literalities of the toponym, “knockerdown” means an operative who uses the rapid and economical method of ore-hewing known as overhand stoping ( pronounced “stoaping” ). This involves braking ore from the ceiling, rather the floor, of the excavated void. A “down” is a Saxon term for a limestone hill, common in Southern England, but otherwise unknown on The White Peak. ( If you decide to google “overhand stoping” take great care to use my exact spelling!!! ). The etymology of “knockerdown” is uncertain, but a “knocker” is a kind of goblin who inhabits mines and makes a tapping sound either to indicate rich ore seams or to warn of impending disasters. If offended, however, he can easily revert to stealing tools or playing other pranks. Today the classic knocker tends to be associated with Cornwall or the US, but mine sprites are known worldwide and pervade Germanic tradition down to Grimm and Wagner. The Germans call this fairy a “kobald” from which the element cobalt derives its name, and it is almost certainly via this route that the Anglo-Saxon tradition derives. In less enlightened ages, people said that knockers were the ghosts of Jews, cursed by the Romans to labor in expiation of The Crucifixion of Christ. And they were pictured as neurasthenic little creatures with hooked noses and a distinctly dependent and vicarious status. Our lad, however, seems far from this conception. Square-jawed and muscle-bound he seems to owe more to Knockerdown’s Classical rather than its Saxon past, nude with but a stole to preserve his modesty, glowing with supernal power and ready for immediate and decisive action. With his tousled and determined blond visage he looks more like a young George W Bush rather than an old Paul Wolfowitz; only useful.

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