NORTHERN MEMOIRS. 257 



Theoph. What stuff's here? riddle me riddle 

 me, what's this ? 



Am. It is a riddle, and stuff'd with varieties ; 

 and so let it remain till explicated by such as 

 travel those solitary tracts ; or solicit acquaint- 

 ance with some of our solent society. And 

 now Scotland I bid thee farewel, to advance 

 Great Britain's southern territories, (the mag- 

 net) only Berwick upon Tweed we select for 

 this night's accommodation, where we need not 

 doubt of English entertainment. That's the 

 town that discovers it self by those lofty tur- 

 rets ; let us sleep there this night, and bid Scot- 

 land farewel to morrow. 



TJieoph. Rest and refreshment seem relatives 

 to travellers. 



Am. So discourse and discovery of objects 

 and prospects claim a like privilege, to plant the 

 sweets of diversion in anglers and others. 



Theoph. Yes surely, otherwise I had lost my 

 expectation ; and this day's journey broke the 

 heart of a traveller. 



Am. Then to cement it again, what if I pro- 

 ceed to instruct you of all those eminent rivers 

 and rivulets, in our passage southward, till we 

 arrive at the beautiful streams of triumphant 

 Trent ; whose florid and fertil banks, with a ma- 

 jestick brow, smile on the amorous fields, and 

 England's Elizium, the forest of Sherwood; 



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