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MEMOIR OP THOMAS BEWICK 
seen : — a perfect old Englishman, full of life, although 
seventy-four years of age, active and prompt in his 
labours. Presently he proposed shewing me the 
work he was at, and went on with his tools. It was 
a small vignette, cut on a block of boxwood not more 
than three by two inches in surface, and represented 
a dog frightened at night by what he fancied to be 
living objects, but which were actually roots and 
branches of trees, rocks, and other objects bearing 
the semblance of men. This curious piece of art, 
like all his works, was exquisite, and more than once 
did I feel strongly tempted to ask a rejected bit, but 
was prevented by his inviting me up stairs, where, 
he said, I should soon meet all the best artists of 
Newcastle. 
“ There I was introduced to the Misses Bewick, 
amiable and affable ladies, who manifested all anxiety 
to render my visit agreeable. Among the visitors I 
saw a Mr Good, and was highly pleased with one of 
the productions of his pencil, a full-length miniature 
in oil of Bewick, well drawn, and highly finished. 
“ The old gentleman and I stuck to each other, 
he talking of my drawings, I of his wood-cuts. Now 
and then he would take off his cap, and draw up 
his grey worsted stockings to his nether clothes ; but 
whenever our conversation became animated, the re- 
