MEMOIR OF THOMAS BEWICK. (J 1 
stone ; dreary snows, stormy wayes, rolling ships, 
and screaming sea-fowl ; quiet fountains, forest 
glades, and woodland solitudes ; fairy liaunts, 
f Right seldom seen. 
Lovely, lonesome, cool, and green.’ 
“ The commonest capacity might read a history 
in every one of these rich and romantic ta/e-pieccs. 
and a mind of wit and fancy may open to each, 
and feel arise from it the simultaneous power of 
delivering a bright or blooming narrative of melan- 
choly or mirth. Tlius the copious, capacious, and 
bountiful mind of Bewick, not merely content to 
fling around each bird and figure the most beautiful 
and appropriate scenery, but revelling in exuberance 
of imagination, drops, on almost every leaf, some 
gem of genius, ‘ to point a moral or adorn a tale.’ 
These fling on our sunny memories gleams and 
glances of nature, that impulsively shed on the 
feelings a delicate mental and bosom emotion, indi- 
cating the presence and influence (and probably 
constituting much) of that fine but indefinable 
power called genius ; whence emanating on conge- 
nial dispositions, like rich tones on accordant vibra- 
tions, awaken, in successive combination, all the 
melodious harmonies of the heart'. 
“ In his Memoir he has detailed his sentiments 
on the purity of representation and free government 
in a manner worthy the pen of a Bacon or Locke;: 
a history of the art of wood-engraving ; and obser- 
vations on the progress of his own mind. Though 
