300 PRESIDENT S ADDEESS. 



the Low Lights and Black Middens the party scramhled along 

 the shore to Tynemouth, — the way beguiled by many interest- 

 ing reminiscences by the Mayor and others of what things were 

 in that region in the days when they were young. Certainly 

 the busy and somewhat grimy activity now displayed on both 

 sides of the river's mouth is in strong contrast to the idyllic 

 picture, drawn by Harriet Martineau some three-quarters of a 

 century ago, of the view from her house on the Cliff across the 

 river to Trow Rocks and the Lizard. On arriving at Tynemouth 

 the ruins of the Priory were visited, Mr. Adamson, the Town 

 Clerk, acting as guide and reading a short paper descriptive of 

 the place. The party were very hospitably entertained to tea 

 in the Life Brigade House by the Mayor and Miss Spence, and 

 papers were read on "The Disintegration of the Coast Line" 

 by Mr. Tate and on the "Immigration of the Tortoise-shell 

 Limpet" by Mr. R. Howse. 



The death of Edward Capper Robson, only a week ago, has 

 deprived the Club of one of its oldest and most valued members. 

 Up to a very few years back Mr. Robson was one of the most 

 regular attenders of our field meetings, at which his unfailing 

 geniality and good humour, his lively wit, and his thorough en- 

 joyment of nature in all her forms, made him an ever welcome 

 associate. Though scarcely a scientific naturalist, he had an ex- 

 cellent knowledge of our native plants, while his general literary 

 culture and well-stored mind made him one of the most delight- 

 ful of companions. None that have had the good fortune of his 

 friendship will be likely to lose their memory of days spent with 

 him in rambles about the regions of Tyne and Wear. Mr. Rob- 

 son was a Yice-President of our Club, and it was only his too 

 modest estimate of his attainments as a naturalist which pre- 

 vented his occupying the Presidential chair, — an honour which 

 was repeatedly offered to him. 



During a short autumn holiday spent last year in the neigh- 

 bourhood of Dumfries I had the opportunity of visiting the very 

 interesting fish -hatchery of Mr. J. J. Armistead, — the " Sol way 

 Fishery," near New Abbey. The success which, after many 



