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be glad of the honour of his company this day to tea 

 at six o'clock.' These few words at once proved to 

 me the kindness of his nature, and, as my labours 

 were closed for the day, I accompanied the son to 

 his father's house. 



" As yet I had seen but little of the town, and 

 had never crossed the Tyne. The first remarkable 

 object that attracted my notice was a fine church, 

 which my companion informed me was that of St. 

 Nicholas. Passing over the river by a stone bridge 

 of several arches, I saw by the wharfs a considerable 

 number of vessels, among which I distinguished some 

 of American construction. The shores on either 

 side were pleasant, the undulated ground being or- 

 namented with buildings, windmills, and glass-works. 

 On the water glided, or were swept along by great 

 oars, boats of singular form, deeply laden with the 

 subterranean produce of the hills around. 



" At length we reached the dwelling of the en- 

 graver, and I was at once shewn to his workshop. 

 There I met the old man, who, coming 1 towards me, 

 welcomed me with a hearty shake of the hand, and 

 for a moment took off a cotton night-cap, somewhat 

 soiled by the smoke of the place. He was a tall 

 stout man, with a large head, and with eyes placed 

 farther apart than those of any man that I have ever 



