MEMOIR OF THOMAS BEWICK. 113 



aged 35 years. The last thing I could do for him 

 was putting up a stone to his memory* at the 

 west end of Ovingham Church, where I hope, 

 when my "glass is run out," to be laid down 

 beside him.* 



While my brother was my apprentice, he fre- 

 quently accompanied me on my weekly visits to 

 Cherryburn. He was then a clever, springy youth, 

 and our bounding along together was often com- 

 pared to the scamperings of a pair of wild colts. 

 These journeys commenced while I was an ap- 

 prentice. I then mostly went and returned on the 

 same day ; but, when I became my own master, 

 for many years " in summer's heat and winter's 

 freezing cold" I did not miss a single week. 

 When I was an apprentice, I had a few holydays 

 at Easter and Whitsuntide allowed me, according 

 to promise ; and these were wholly employed in 

 angling ; but, after the time came when I might 

 do as I pleased, I mostly stopped, when the 

 weather suited, in spring and summer, and spent 

 the Mondays in various streams, at this my 

 favourite and, indeed, only diversion. In this I 

 was accompanied by my cheerful associate, "Jack 

 Roe," with his flies and his tackle ; and, when 

 we had got a sufficient number, I returned to 

 Newcastle with my creel well filled with fish, 

 which I divided amongst my friends. With an 

 account of these hungry, stream -wading ramblings, 

 and the days spent in angling, and with a descrip- 

 tion of the beautiful scenery of water-sides., and the 

 renovating charms which these altogether inspired, 



[* For some further particulars respecting John Bewick, see 

 Appendix under that head.] 



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