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MEMOIR OF THOMAS BEWICK. 



the Tyne, and crossed at Wylam, Ovingham, or 

 Eltringham boat ; and now only sometimes at 

 Scotswood, when I had occasion to visit my friends 

 at Hedley, but indeed I varied my roundabout 

 Avays in these journeys, pursuing the one I had 

 haunted myself to, for perhaps a quarter of a year 

 to an end, before I left it off, and thus became 

 known to most of the villages on both banks of 

 the Tyne, and as nothing can pass unnoticed in 

 villages, so they noticed me, and set it down for 

 granted that I was sweethearting some pretty female 

 on my way. This life of rapturous enjoyment has 

 its acids, and at length comes to an end ; and so did 

 my walks, and my contemplations, or reflections, 

 which passed through the mind while engaged in 

 them. These, at the time, were mostly commu- 

 nicated to a moralising, and sensibly religious 

 friend, Joseph Hubbuck, who waited my return on 

 the Sunday evenings, when, over our supper of a 

 pint of ale and a cake, for each, he, in return, 

 detailed to me the import of the sermons he had 

 heard through the day. 



