and hedges, recognises the possessors of an immortal soul.
I mentioned that our entrance into Newcastle upon Tyne was under the shadow of evening. Day revealed it to be a busy and thriving place, many parts of it exceedingly well-built, though a strong contrast is visible between the new and old portions of the town. An elegant bridge connects it with Gateshead. The churches of All Saints and St. Nicholas are imposing structures; and the spire of the last is lofty and beautiful.
Newcastle is celebrated for the excellence of its coal. Its collieries are extensively wrought, and the boats that cover the Tyne are loaded with it. We had an opportunity of observing its highly combustible nature. The morning after our arrival at the hotel, the atmosphere being rather chill, we ordered a fire in our parlor, and the servant by plunging a heated poker into a large, well-filled grate, ignited it immediately. The evening landscape was lighted by other fires than those of the gipsy encampment, and we were told they were put in action, to burn the smaller and unsaleable fragments of bituminous coal into charcoal.
Newcastle was a Roman station, and the remains of the wall built as a protection against the Scots and Picts by the Emperors of Rome, on abandoning the island, are still plainly discernible.
