A melancholy addition was made last night to the victims of reckless fooling with firearms. Between seven and eight o’clock in the evening a seafaring man, named Richard Francis Johnstone, paid a visit to the bar of the Continental Hotel, Meuse Lane, Edinburgh.
Suggestions are sought for historic buildings and neighbourhoods needing regeneration in the World Heritage Site and adjacent Conservation Areas (in blue below).
Selected properties will benefit under Edinburgh World Heritage’s three-year Conservation Funding Programme (2022–25), which is backed by Historic Environment Scotland.
Meuse Lane (on St David Street.)
Luncheons, Dinners, and Suppers at Popular Prices.
Good-Sized Rooms for Meetings for Business Men.
Hotel Tariff Moderate.
G. RIETZ, Proprietor and Manager.[1]
WANTED, girl to wash bottles, and also one to label.—James Robertson & Co., York Lane.[1]
Edinburgh Evening News, 4 January 1902
[1] The company was a manufacturer of aerated water. It did not normally label girls.
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A fire broke out in a joiner’s workshop situated in Swinton Row, Broughton Street, Edinburgh, yesterday afternoon.[1]
The workshop, which occupies a two-storeyed brick building, is in close proximity to Messrs Moir & Co.’s large funeral undertaking establishment, where, in the stables and yard, there were a large number of horses, hearses, cabs, and other vehicles.
The photograph shown here of a ‘winter angel’, posted on Twitter at the weekend, prompted some interest among readers.
Robert Mearns, labourer, Greenside Row, Edinburgh, was not working about the beginning of the present month, but he devised other and easier means to become the proud possessor of two quart bottles of whisky.
There were 74 new prisoners brought to the bar. The charges were: Disorderly, 30; incapable, 22; assault, 7; nuisance, 5; theft, 3; begging and housebreaking, 2 each; and drunk in charge of a child, drunk in charge of a horse, and cruelty to children, 1 each.
FRIENDS FALL OUT.
The article below, apparently written on Christmas Day 1790, appeared in the Caledonian Mercury on 1 January 1791.
It is possible that the subject matter appealed to some Presbyterian editor sucking in his cheeks at the celebration of a Rome-ish mass south of the Border. But it is more probable that the Editor enjoyed the deadpan humour of a supposed 'member of the Church of England' urging abstemiousness in terms that would have struck many disapproving or hypocritical Scots as excessive.