From a Photo taken with a No. 5 Poco Camera by M. Heavisides. This morning there appear before me two ancient rivermen, Charles Atkinson and Nathan Haw, by name. They are seasoned Tees men, who know every inlet and reach from Tees Mouth to Worsall, as their fathers did before them; and they are ready, at my bid, to row or give me a sail to Yarm. The morning is bright, though boisterous, and after a little cogitation, my reply is Yes. I am conducted to a landing near, and, the boat being ready, we step in and are soon in midstream. As I view the tumbledown and dilapidated buildings on the quayside (in Stockton), I feel ashamed of the town of my birth, and would dearly like a clearance of those ruins, and the erection of buildings for new industries. Now we make the bend of the Horse Shoe; and Preston Hall, the seat of Sir Robert Ropner, Bart., M.P., though some distance away, is best seen from this point, as, on drawing nearer this ancestral hall, it is almost hidden with foliage. Here on the bare shelving banks, are numerous holes which, to my knowledge, for fifty years have been the nestling place of the sand marten.