MEMOIR OF THOMAS BEWICK. 45 



placed cap was left sticking as if by magic to the 

 hind part of his head, the neglected hose resumed 

 their downward tendency, his fine eyes sparkled, and 

 he delivered his sentiments with a freedom and vi- 

 vacity which afforded me great pleasure. He said 

 he had heard that my drawings had been exhibited 

 in Liverpool, and felt great anxiety to see some of 

 them, which he proposed to gratify by visiting me 

 early next morning along with his daughters and a 

 few friends. Recollecting at that moment how de- 

 sirous my sons, then in Kentucky, were to have 

 a copy of his works on Quadrupeds, I asked him 

 where I could procure one, when he immediately 

 answered ' here/ and forthwith presented me with a 

 beautiful set. 



" The tea- drinking having in due time come to an 

 end, young Bewick, to amuse me, brought a bagpipe 

 of a new construction, called the Durham Pipe, and 

 played some simple Scotch, English, and Irish airs, 

 all sweet and pleasing to my taste. I could scarcely 

 understand how, with his large fingers, he managed 

 to cover each hole separately. The instrument 

 sounded somewhat like a hautboy, and had none of 

 the shril) warlike notes or booming sound of the 

 Highland bagpipe. The company dispersed at an 



