But bidding Adieu to the proud _Salopians_, I went into _Cheshire_, where the Towns ending much upon the _Wich_, as _Nantwich_, _Middlewich_, _Northwich_; I thought they affected the _Dutch_ Way of putting one Name to the End of their Towns, as _Rotterdam_, _Schiedam_, _Amsterdam_, and so forth.
In the City of _Chester_, I happened to lie at a Physician’s House, whose Pretences to Learning were very great, but by our Conversation, I found him to have more Stomach than Brains, and therefore was more like to have more Consolation in the Kitchin, than in a Study; for there, perhaps he might find a Jobb of Work for his Grinders; whereas he knew not what to do with his Books, unless he should act the Moth, and eat them. I perceiv’d his Parts to lie more towards the Powderingtub, than his _Pharmacopeia_; for whilst he was busy in the former, he might keep himself alive, but when he read in the latter, he would kill his Patients. We had some roast Beef for Supper; and I commonly found him within an Inch of the Dripping-pan, with an Acre of Bread in his Hand, which he call’d a Sop, and with it, when my Back was turn’d, he usually spung’d up the Dripping, whereby he cheated Sir-Loyn, and robb’d his Knighthood of its due Moisture. Hence, I went into the County of _Northumberland_, where I found _Newcastle_, almost entirely surrounded with Coal Pits, whence seeing Myriads of Men, as black as _Old Nick_, ascending out of the subterranean Shops, upon the Surface of the Earth, I imagin’d them to have been so many _Cyclops_ who had been helping _Vulcan_ to forge Thunderbolts for _Jupiter_. Not liking the Conversation of these _English_ Negroes, I stept over the River _Tine_ into the County of _Durham_, where, in the City bearing the same Name, I lay one Night; and next Morning taking my Leave of my Landlady, about half a Mile from the Town, I saw a Church-Yard, where was a whole Herd of Swine a routing, as if they had been turn’d in on Purpose to root up _Christians_, as they are in the Fields in _Italy_, to dig up Turfles. A little Wall lay sculking about this Territory of the dead, which I suppose, was plac’d there as a Bulwark to their Ashes; but it prov’d but a feeble Fence against the Intrusion of the Lambs, who made frequent Capreols into this silent Dormitory: The Mound was rais’d a little, capt with Turf, and environ’d with the Hollowness of a good handsome Ditch; but yet, neither Cap, nor Ditch could keep these Animals from leap-frogging over them, from grazing in a Charnel-House, and from turning a Cœmitery of Shades, and Ghosts into a feeding Pasture of hungry Beasts.