MEMOIR OF THOMAS BEWICK. 
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be glad of the hononr of Ids company this day to tea 
at six o’clock.’ These few words at once proved to 
me the kindness of his nature, and, as my labours 
were closed for the day, I accompanied the son to 
his father’s house. 
“ As yet I had seen hut little of the town, and 
had never crossed the Tyne. The first remarkable 
object that attracted my notice was a fine church, 
which my companion informed me was that of St. 
Nicholas. Passing over the river by a stone bridge 
of several arches, I saw by the wharfs a considerable 
number of vessels, among winch 1 distinguished Borne 
of American construction. The shores on either 
side were pleasant, the undulated ground being or- 
namented with buildings, windmills, and glass-works. 
On the water glided, or were swept along by great 
oars, boats of singular form, deeply laden with the 
subterranean produce of the hills around. 
“ At length we reached the dwelling of the en- 
graver, and I was at once shewn to his workshop. 
There I met the old man, who, coming towards me, 
welcomed me with a hearty shake of the hand, and 
for a moment took off a cotton night-cap, somewhat 
soiled by the smoke of the place. He was a tall 
stout man, with a large head, and with eyes placed 
farther apart than those of any man that 1 have ever 
