MEMOIR OF THOMAS BEWICK. 
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placed cap was left sticking as if by magic to the 
bind part of his head, the neglected hose resumed 
their downward tendency, his fine eyes sparkled, and 
he delivered his sentiments with a freedom and vi- 
vacity which afforded me great pleasure. He said 
he had heard that my drawings had been exhibited 
in Liverpool, and felt great anxiety to see some of 
them, which he proposed to gratify by visiting me 
early next morning along with his daughters and a 
few friends. Recollecting at that moment how de- 
sirous my sons, then in Kentucky, were to have 
a copy of his works on Quadrupeds, I asked him 
where I could procure one, when he immediately 
answered ‘ here,’ and forthwith presented me with a 
beautiful set. 
“ The tea-drinking having in due time come to an 
end, young Bewick, to amuse me, brought a bagpipe 
of a new construction, called the Durham Pipe, and 
played some simple Scotch, English, and Irish airs, 
all sweet and pleasing to my taste. I could scarcely 
understand how, with his large fingers, he managed 
to cover each hole separately. The instrument 
sounded somewhat like a hautboy, and had none of 
the shrill warlike notes or booming sound of the 
Highland bagpipe. The company dispersed at an 
