... when 1 say that 1 enjoyed the prospect of the royal nurselings sporting on these heathery braes, amidst erao, craw, and blackberries, and the rippling of the water, and the sough of the wind mellowed through the gentle trees, the untrodden ground below ...

... The whole process reminds one of the nursery concatenation —•‘kid, kid, run over the bridge till I eat bonny bunch of blackberries.” I* or thus runs the Parliamentary (or the Biougham) parody: Usher, Usher, fetch Bishop; Bishop won t read prayers; prayers ...