... Cobden do you mean, sir ? ” Here was a pretty question to ask—“ Which Mr. Cobden ? ” as if Cobclens were as plentiful as blackberries. We told him which it was; and he didn’t know whether he was at home or not, and seemed very much as if he didn’t care ...

... learned the enperiority of cross over direct fire; eight o’clock came. The big wigs assembled, and soldiers were as thick blackberries everywhere near the place of rendezvous. The Rajah rode np with his gallant band of excessively irregular-looking troops ...