Macquarie Hotel, Evandale

cnr Macquarie & Barclay Streets, Evandale

1861-68 Ann Richards, Macquarie Hotel, Evandale
1871-73 Philip Mullane, Macquarie Hotel, Evandale.
1875-6* Richard Chugg, Macquarie Hotel, Evandale

*From assessment rolls

IMPROVEMENTS AT EVANDALE.—Mr. Richards is erecting at Evandale a building for an hotel, at the corner of Cambock and Macquarie-streets, which will not only be an ornament to the township, but also a great acquisition to travellers passing to and from the White Hills; and should a license be granted it will be the means of the township improving and extending in that locality. The proprietor has spared no expense in order to meet the requirements of the inhabitants, having attached a very large room for holding meetings, &c.
Launceston Examiner, 25 October 1860

EVANDALE LICENSING MEETING — At the licening meeting at Evandale a few days since, all the old licenses were renewed, and a new license was granted to Mrs. Richards for a house to be called the “Macquarie Hotel.”
Launceston Examiner, 17 December 1861


Launceston Examiner, 13 March 1862

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Young Town Inn

1859 Edward Davies, Young Town Inn, Young Town
1860 William Lloyd Jones, Young Town Inn, Young Town transfer
1862 John Drake, Young Town Inn, Young Town transfer
1863-1867 John Baker, Young Town Inn, Young Town transfer
1868 Joseph Stanley, Young Town Inn, Young Town
1869 Isaac Coote, Young Town Inn, Young Town
1870-77 John Baker, Young Town Inn, Young Town

Edward Davies, Young Town Inn, YoungTown.
This license was granted on the ground that it was erected at the turn off on the direct road to the White Hills, and would do away with the necessity for travellers to and from the White Hills going about three quarters of a mile out of their way to Franklin Village to obtain refreshment.
Cornwall Chronicle, 3 December 1859


YOUNG TOWN INN.
WL. JONES having obtained the transfer of the licence of the Young Town Inn, begs to remind his customers and friends that they will receive every accommodation with civility, that can be rendered.
August 11
Cornwall Chronicle, 15 September 1860.

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Noah’s Ark

cnr Margaret & Brisbane Streets

1859 Alfred Fowler, Margaret and Brisbane Streets
1859-1860 Robert Cotton, The Ark, Margaret and Brisbane Streets transfer
1860 Alfred Fowler, Ark, Margaret and Brisbane Streets transfer
1860 Patrick Torley, The Ark, Margaret and Brisbane-streets

From assessment rolls, southern side of Brisbane Street, possible eastern corner.

LICENSING MEETING
Alfred Fowler, premises in Brisbane and Margaret-streets.
The Police Magistrate said the house was not in a fit state to be occupied, much more to hold a license, and was not wanted in the neighborhood ; there was the Hibernia
Inn and the Elephant and Castle near.
Refused as not necessary.
Launceston Examiner, 2 December 1858

Alfred Fowler appealed against the decision of the licensing meeting, refusing to grant a license to new premises at the corner of Margaret and Brisbane-streets, on the grounds that it was not necessary and that it was not in a fit state to be occupied. After a little discussion, a license was granted.
Launceston Examiner, 4 January 1859

BREACHES OF THE LICENSING ACT. — Robert Cotton was charged on information by Mr. Superintendent O’Connor with abandoning the “Noah’s Ark” Inn, the license of which he held, and Robert Fowler was charged with selling liquors on the said premises without a license.
Launceston Examiner, 28 February 1860

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Young Queen

Elizabeth Street

1844 Stephen Murphy, Elizabeth Street
1845 Stephen Murphy, Elizabeth Street
1846 Richard Wicks transfer
1846 Refused

Application for music and dancing license:
An application from Stephen Murphy, of the ‘Young Queen,’ Elizabeth-street, was refused ; not having a room in the house adapted for such a purpose.
Launceston Advertiser, 8 January 1846

To the Editor of the Cornwall Chronicle.
Sir, — When I have had business at Launceston I have been accustomed to stop at Mr. —s, the “— —,” in — street. I went there on Saturday-night, August 8, where I had stopped the two preceding nights. This was about shutting-up time for publicans, some being shut up as I passed along the streets and some not, but when I came to the “— ,” it was shut. I knocked at the door, and it was immediately opened by Mr. — — . I went in through the bar into the little parlour, where the family and customers frequently sit, and after sitting a few minutes I said to Mr — , “well, I think I’ll have a glass of beer, and smoke my pipe, and be off to bed.” In four or five minutes be brought the beer in and I paid him for it, and when I had smoked my pipe and drank up my beer, I asked Mr. — for a candle, which he gave me, and bidding him “good night,” I went up stairs to my bedroom; but instead of immediately undressing myself, I sat as near as I can judge about a half an hour, looking into two little books; but feeling very sleepy, I undressed myself, set a chair to my bed-side, and put the candlestick on it, so as to be able to reach to put the candle out after lying down. Just at the time I bad taken the candlestick in my hand to put the light out, Mr. — came into the room very gently; he did not speak at the very moment, but seemed confused, as I thought; after collecting himself be said, “I’m come up to see if you have lost anything. Is your money all right?” I said “yes, for anything I know, it is, but I’ll see,” and getting up I examined my trousers pocket, and took my silver out and laid it on the table, saying “that’s all right, there should be nearly a pound’s worth and there’s not far short by the appearance of it,” but did not count it. He then said, “where’s your other money : where’s your pocket book .” I said “that’s right I know, for I had it in my hand a few minutes ago, and it was right then, and its contents too,” but to satisfy him, I took my book from my inside waistcoat pocket and laid it on the table, saying ” that’s right” but did not open it. He then said, “you’re sure all’s right?” and I told him “all’s right.” He then said, “you’d better fasten your door inside, here’s a bolt under the lock. I tried to shoot the bolt but could not, as the end of the. bolt would not reach into the box, so that the door was only closed by the common spring bolt. I then returned to bed, but before I put the light out I said within myself, “I’ll not leave my book lying on the table,” and put it under my pillow, and then put the light out, and was soon too fast asleep, How long I slept I am unable to say, but when I awoke, or was awakened, I found myself in the most excruciating pain at my stomach, and so sick that I thought my heart must and would come up; still I could throw nothing up, though I tried every means I was able. I tried to get up and get to the door, and call for help, but the giddiness in my bead was so great that 1 could not even sit up in my bed, which seemed to turn round in the quickest motion, and what is singular I retained the possession of my senses. How long the pain continued so very violent I cannot exactly say, but to the best of my judgment about two hours, when it was a little easier, and I fell asleep again, and slept till daylight, still being very unwell. A few minutes after I awoke, I got up, end after dressing myself I took my silver from the table and counted it, and put it in my pocket. There was 19s. 6d. 1 then went to the pillow for my book, and it was not there. I then turned the bed clothes down, supposing , it had worked down further into the bed, but it was not there. I then turned the bed down, and found it between the bed and mattress. I immediately perceived it had been opened, from the stiring that passes round it being tied very different to the manner I always tied it myself, and on opening it I found my money was gone. I immediately went down stairs and said to Mr ? — , “”what reason had you for coming into my room to inquire about my money last night?” He answered, “you went out here last night with one of the biggest rogues in the country (but I now think I left a bigger one in.) and I thought he might have picked your pocket, and you might not find it out before morning, and then you might think you had been robbed here. I should not have come up, but the young man that lodges here recommended me to come on that account.” I answered, “that man I can clearly exonerate, as I changed a note at the “— Tavern” more than an hour after he left me, and my money was all right then; and I never was in any company afterwards, or in any house whatsoever, until I came in here.” Shortly after I saw Mrs. — , who said, ” well, you’ve been done to-night?” “Ah,” said Mr. — , “he says he’s been robbed of his money, and says he’s lost it here.” “Ah,” answered Mrs. — , “I thought he’d lost it last night, that made me send you up-stairs to see about it.” I then turned to — and said, “I understood the young man that lodges here wished you to speak to me about it.” Here he was evidently much confounded, and falteringly said, “no, it was my wife,” and she repeated the words “it was me that sent him up,” and here the conversation ended. Now,
Sir, several inferences may be drawn from the above account, as to who was the rogue; but as I am but little judge about such matters myself, 1 must beg of your readers to judge for me.
A Wayfarer.
August 19 .
Cornwall Chronicle, 22 August 1846

To the Editor of the Cornwall Chronicle.
Sir, — Having seen a letter in your last Saturday’s newspaper, signed, ” A Wayfarer,” having reference to some dishonest conduct on the part of an Innkeeper, and being informed that I am the person intended, I beg to call your attention to the real facts of the case, which are, altogether different, from those which have been stated. About three weeks ago, Saunders came to my house, and remained three days; on the Saturday afternoon he went out, and returned with a common prostitute, whom Mrs. Wicks would not allow to enter the parlour behind the bar; she then went away; he remained a little while, and drank a class of beer, and then went out again : this was about three o’clock in the afternoon; he came back again about five o’clock with a person whom he represented as the steward of the City of Sydney; he then told me he would go by the City of Sydney to Port Phillip (instead of to Adelaide); they drank four glasses of ale each; he brought out his pocket-book in the presence of this man, and looked at some papers; he (the steward) immediately induced him to leave my house, for the purpose of engaging his passage per City of Sydney; on their leaving, the remark was made, “that the man who had just left was imposing on Saunders, as the steward of the City of Sydney was a Chinese boy, and formerly cook to Mr. Raven;” I intended at that moment to prevent his going out, but had occasion to go into the tap-room to serve a customer; he left before I came back again into the parlour; he returned again shortly after ten o’clock — very drunk; his right eye cut and bleeding; he accounted for it by. saying, “the woman had done it who followed him this afternoon.” On being asked, what induced him to go into her company after Mrs. Wicks expostulating with him this afternoon? he said, “he went into a house to take a glass of ale with the steward, and during the time he was there, this woman came in, and struck him in the eye with an umbrella;” he then sat down on the sofa — appeared thoughtful and uneasy in his manner, so much, that three people who were present remarked it; after sitting about half an hour, he went to his bed; the parties who were in the parlour requested me to go up and see if he had lost anything, as they suspected something was not right — both from his manner and his constant manner of “flashing” his pocket-hook; I went up; he was sitting up in bed with the candle close to the curtains; I requested him not to put the light so near the bed; he said he was going to read a book; I said I have come up to see if your money is all right; he got out of bed and took from his trowsers pocket some silver; lie said he had changed a pound; I said there is nearly a pound’s worth there; I then asked him if his pocket book was all right; he took it from his waistcoat, but repeatedly refused to open it in my presence, saying he knew it was all right; I requested him to bolt his door; he attempted to do so, but on account of the door not being sufficiently close, it did not catch; I then held it for him on the outside until he had securely fastened it. I told the persons in the parlour that Saunders said his money was all correct. In the morning he asked the reason for my asking him if he had his money all right; I said, he seemed so uneasy that I and the other persons present suspected he had been robbed by the same parties who cut his eye; he then said he had lost three one pound notes, and that his money was quite correct when he changed the note, but be would go back to the place and see if he had dropped it; on his return he said the landlady had told him he wrapped up his pocket-book again, and lost nothing there; he then accused the young man who slept in the next room of taking it; I told him it was impossible, as his room-door was fastened on the inside while I was present, and that I had afterwards tried it; he then started for the White Hills; he had been gone about half an hour when he returned and asked me the name of my lodger, saying also, “I have turned back to put you on your puard against him, for I am confident it is he who has robbed me; I again told him the man could not get into his room, and we both went up stairs to examine the state of the lock, and found it in proper order, never having been forced; I again told him he must have lost his money when in company with the man and woman; he replied, “certainly I was in liquor, I might have dropped it when I changed the pound note;” he then left, and returned in about a week and remained until Friday the 21st; and during the whole of the five days he remained here, the last time, he never once mentioned the subject; he left on Friday, without saying a word or paying his bill. He lost money before, about twelve months ago, at the “Golden Lion;” he went out with a female and returned saying he had been robbed. John Kanes, Mr. Noble, painter, and a young man formerly storekeeper to Mr. Stuart Harvey, were the parties to whom I have referred as being in the parlour when I wept up stairs, end can prove that instead of my going up quickly, I ran up in my usual manner, and they heard me open the door.
— I remain, Sir, your obedient servant,
Richard Wicks.
August 29.
Cornwall Chronicle, 29 August 1846

Richard Wicks, Young Queen, Elizabeth-street — House dirty and ill-furnished, and strongly suspected of dishonest practices.
Mr. Jocelyn Thomas stated that a man in his employ had gone into Wicks’s, where he had his beer drugged and was afterwards robbed; it was a most scandalous proceeding.
Mr. Dry wished to know if the statement of the man who had been robbed, brought home a moral conviction in his (Mr.Thomas’) mind as to the guilt of Wicks.
Mr. Thomas. — It did, for the man is about one of the few whom I would believe.
Mr. Tarleton had taken the depositions in the case, and he had not the slightest doubt of Wicks’s guilt, although the charge could not be legally brought home to him.
Mr. Dry.— I hope such conduct will be marked in the strongest manner possible, I was aware of these circumstances before, and entertain the same impression as Mr. Tarleton — unanimously refused.

Cornwall Chronicle, 2 September 1846

Appeal against previous decision:
Richard Wicks, ‘Young Queen,’ Elizabeth Street. Mr. Rocher for appellant.
Mr. Rocher said the license was refused on account of ineligibility of premises, in connection with a charge made by a servant of Mr. J. B. Thomas’s, that he had been supplied with drugged spirits in the house, and robbed. Mr. Rocher called Mr. Bartlett, the publican, who stated that the man referred to had called at his house on the day referred to, in company with two loose women, and was intoxicated; and the counsel argued that the probability was the robbery complained of had been committed by them.
Captain Neilly and Friend stated that they had visited the house, since the annual meeting, and it was in every way suitable; but Mr. Atkinson said that the house was not properly furnished, and Mr. Bartley pointed out the fact that the house was not at all requisite in the neighbourhood.
Captain Gardiner, Mr. Sams, Mr. Wales, and Mr. Sinclair spoke in favour of a reversal of the decision of the annual meeting; but on the votes being taken, the decision was confirmed by 13 votes to 9.
Launceston Advertiser, 24 September 1846

Not finding the hotel you want?

There’s 130 completed posts on this blog, which means there are 130 hotels that I’ve tracked.
But there’s another 88 in drafts (started but not finished) and probably half that again that I have yet to do anything on, and realistically, I might not get to them as I’m busy with other projects. New projects are shiny and want attention. But… I still like to work on these when I have a reason. So, if you have an interest in an old hotel (your great-grandmother ran it, you’ve driven past it, you’ve heard the name and wondered where it was), drop me a comment below and come back in a few days weeks. (And yes, I’m do sometimes wander out to the nearby towns, although I can’t guarantee I have current photos for all those.)

Prince of Wales — Plough Inn (2), Evandale

1842-43 William Sutton, Prince of Wales, Evandale.
1843-44 Patrick Walsh, Prince of Wales, Evandale.
1845–> licence transferred to new building
1845 William Peck, Plough Inn, Evandale
1846 John/Stephen Murphy, Plough Inn, Evandale –refused

NEW LICENSES GRANTED. Mr. Peck obtained a license for the house formerly kept by Mr. Walsh at Evandale, and then known as the Prince of Wales. Mr. Walsh had transferred his license to another house in the township, and Mr. Peck changes the Prince of Wales to the Plough Inn.
5 November 1845

NEW LICENSES
W. Peck, Plough Inn, Evandale; late Prince of Wales-granted. The former license being transferred to a new house situate in the immediate vicinity of the township at Evandale.
Launceston Advertsier, 6 November 1845

John Murphy, Plough Inn, Evandale.—Suspected of Sunday trading.
Mr. Breton and Major Welman gave Mr. Murphy a most excellent character.
Mr. Wales.— There are four public-houses at Evendale, and one or two would be ample for the necessities of the place
Refused.

Cornwall Chronicle, 2 September 1846

From “Quarter Sessions”:
An appeal was lodged by Mr. Stephen Murphy of Evandale, but no one appeared, and it was not entertained.
Launceston Examiner, 23 September 1846

Prince Albert & Plough Inn (1), Evandale

(Combining these for convenience)

1843 William Peck, Prince Albert, Evandale — refused

William Peck, for premises at Evandale. Objected to by Messrs. Wales, Cox and Hartley, as unnecessary.
Cornwall Chronicle, 2 September 1843


1840 W. Sidebottom, Plough Inn, Evandale
1841 W. Sidebottom, Plough Inn, Evandale

Mr. Sidebottom was refused a license for the Plough Inn, Evandale, on the ground of the situation being very objectionable.
Launceston Advertiser, 3 September 1840

LICENSED VICTUALLERS.-We regret to be informed that at the last licensing day in Launceston, one of the Police Magistrates exhibited some little caprice on the bench, in reference to Mr. Willis, licensed victualler at Evandale, who is so well known to have kept aa most respectable house of accommodation. It appears that Mr. Willis has been too independent, and perhaps, not so liberal as may have been required ; and consequently unsuitable, according to the views of the Worshipful functionary of that district. But the best of the joke is, that an attempt was made to transfer the license to a common shoe-maker of the name of Sidebottom, whose habits of life are well known to render him unfit for such a situation. We have no doubt but that His Excellency will not sanction an act calculated to inflict so much injury upon the family of an unoffending man, who, perhaps, cannot bow and scrape sufficiently low, and who has not, perhaps, pen, ink, and paper, always at hand. We also earn that another publican in Launceston has been refused his license, for a reason which has not been objected to here under similar circumstances.
Colonial times, 8 September 1840

Hibernia–Verandah Wine Vaults–Jubilee

72-74 Bathurst Street.  Google Maps.
SE cnr Brisbane & Bathurst Streets. Google Maps.


Bathurst and Brisbane St, 2009.

1835 Josiah Pitcher, the Hibernia, Bathurst Street
1836-38 Josiah Pitcher, Hibernia/Hibernian Inn, Launceston
1839-40 Joseph Fossey, Hibernia Hotel, Bathurst Street
1840-41 Walter Hobson, Hibernia Inn/Hotel, Bathurst Street
1841-42 John Green, Hibernia Hotel, Bathurst Street
1842-45 William Lewis, Hibernia Hotel, Bathurst Street
1845 Edward Potts, Hibernia Hotel, Bathurst Street
1845-46 Thomas Dudley, Verandah Wine Vaults, Bathurst St
1846-47 Michael O’Meara, Hibernia, Bathurst Street
1847-49 Benjamin Walford, The Hibernia, Brisbane & Bathurst Streets**
1849-61 John Green, Hibernia (Inn), Brisbane & Bathurst Streets
1862-85 Jane Green, Hibernia Inn/Hibernian Hotel, Brisbane & Bathurst Streets
1885-86 Alfred Green, Hibernia Inn, Brisbane & Bathurst Streets
1886-97 George Green, Hibernia Inn, Brisbane & Bathurst Streets
1897 Francis Green, Hibernia Hotel, Brisbane & Bathurst Streets
1898 Walter David Johnston, Hibernia Hotel, Brisbane & Bathurst Streets
1898+ Walter David Johnston, Jubilee Hotel, Brisbane and Bathurst streets
**Change of location

Later Victoria Hotel. Now (2017) Irish Murphy’s. The current Art Deco facade dates from the 1930s. I can’t find any photos prior to this.

Photo 1942 (Jubilee Hotel, as best I can tell.)
Photo 1991


2009

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Bull’s Head

Wellington Street, Sandhill/South Launceston
SW cnr Charles & Brisbane Streets. Google Maps.
Charles Street
NW cnr Charles and York Streets. Google Maps.

1834-36 William Collins, Bull’s Head, Wellington Street/Main Road
1836-43 William Collins, Bull’s Head, Charles & Brisbane Streets
1843-50 William Duncan, Bull’s Head, Charles & Brisbane Streets (burnt down)
1850 William Duncan sen., Bull’s Head, Charles Street
1851-57 William Duncan, Senr., Bull’s Head, Charles and York Streets
1857-58 Alexander Duncan, Bull’s Head, Charles and York Streets
1858-66 John Burns Thompson, Bulls’ Head, Charles & York Streets
1866-71 William Tuner, Bull’s Head, Charles & York Streets
1871 Henry Millbank, Bull’s Head, Charles & York Streets
1871 Elizabeth Woods, Bull’s Head, Charles & York Streets


Cornwall Chronicle, 19 September 1836


Cornwall Chronicle, 3 December 1836

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Harrow Inn – Sir George Arthur

Sandhill/Kings Meadows

1833-35 Robert Hay Marr, Harrow, King’s Meadows
1836 Robert Hay Marr, Harrow, Sand Hill
1840 William Bourne, Traveller’s Rest, Sand Hill – refused
1841 Patrick Walsh, Harrow Inn, Sand Hill
1842-43 Patrick Walsh, Sir George Arthur Inn, Sand Hill
1843-44 Thomas Archer, Sir George Arthur Inn, Sand Hill
1844-45 James Monaghan, Sir George Arthur Inn, Sand Hill
1845-46 Nicholas May, Sir George Arthur Inn, Sand Hill
1846-54 Richard Waycott, Sir George Arthur Inn, Sand Hill
1854 William Gaylor, Sir George Arthur Inn, Sand Hill
1854-59 George Horder, Sir George Arthur Inn, Sand Hill
1859-60 William Saggers, Sir George Arthur Inn, Sand Hill
1860 George Horder, Sir George Arthur Inn, Sand Hill – not taken up


Launceston Advertiser, 4 June 1835


Cornwall Chronicle, 15 October 1836

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