Tyneside Lustre Transfers.
It is unusual to find a piece of pink lustre decorated pottery made on Tyneside marked with the name of the manufacturer. Pieces can be attributed to Tyneside in general by the colour and style of the overpainted clobbering. Fot this reason I have kept the decoration surrounding a transfer in the photographs. The clobbering, (and often the transfer itself) being overglaze is susceptable to wear, scratching and even complete disappearance.
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Home is a name of more than magic spell, Whose sacred power the wanderer best can tell, He who far distant from his native land, Feels at her name his eager soul expand; Whether as Patriot, Husband, Father, Friend, To that dear point his only wishes tend, And yet he owns where ere his footsteps roam, Life's choicest blessings centre all at HOME. |
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The lofs of gold is much, The lofs of health is more The lofs of Christ is such a lofs, As no one can restore. Collingwood & Beall North Shields The lofs of gold is much, The lofs of health is more The lofs of Christ is such a lofs, As no one can restore. Collingwood & Beall North Shields The malster he does crave His money for to have, The distiller says have it he muft By this you may see How the case stands with me, So pray do not ask for trust. |
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Tell me ye knowing and discerning few, Where I may find a friend both just and true. Who dare stand by me when in deep distress, And then his love and friendship do most express. Tell me ye knowing and discerning few Where i may find a frind both Just and true. Who dare stand by me when in deep distress, And then his love and friendship most express. Tell me ye knowing and discerning few Where i may find a frind both Just and true. Who dare stand by me when in deep distress, And then his love and friendship most express. There is an hour of peaceful rest To mourning wanderers given There is a tear for souls distrest A balm for every wounded breast Tis found above in heaven |
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This world is a good one to live in To lend, to spend, to buy, or give in But to beg, borrow, or get a mans own It is such a world as never was known Tis religion that can give Sweetest pleasures while we live, 'Tis religion must supply Solid comfort when we die. When first I was a foremast man I often did pretend _ That if e'er I got promoted I would be a seamans friend _ Then in a little time I was Promoted to a mate _ But I then like all the others Soon forgot my former state _ And when I became a Captain I thought myself a King _ But very soon I did forget The foremast man I'd been _ When first I was a foremast man I often did pretend _ That if e'er I got promoted I would be a seamans friend _ Then in a little time I was Promoted to a mate _ But I then like all the others Soon forgot my former state _ And when I became a Captain I thought myself a King _ But very soon I did forget The foremast man I'd been _ TO A FRIEND __ . __ When in solemn secret prayer, When your spirit finds access, When you breathe in all your cares, Sweetly at the throne of grace: Me to Jesus then commend. Think upon an absent friend. When This you fee remember me And keep me in your Mind Let all the World fay what they will Speak of me as you find. |













































































