... POETRY. BLACKBERRY WOOD. 'Neath the sickle hath fallen the golden-eared grain, The short stubble marks where the goodly crop stood The day passing fair, let's stroll thro' the lane, The deep shady lane, to the blackberry wood. To blackberry wood, ! hark ...

... on his farm. He thinks th» ba g must have fonnd its way there in the guano which ° e» been using. They are, like other blackberries, red they are unripe. ...

... undertaking. to the of Nov. the weather has been extremely pleasant, and on that day they were sitting at open windows eating blackberries. The Russian Government, it is sta'ed, stiU look with favour upon this famous city, and are energetically at work restore ...

... homes towards the Bandon pitch,on the Ross road, searching for blackberries. The prisoner came up to them, and told them he would I take them to a place where they would find plenty of blackberries. He accordingly took them into the Green I Lane, and there ...

... Ross-road, towards Brandon Pilch, iv company with two other children younger than themselves ; while there engaged in seeking blackberries they came up with the prisoner, who was pursuing his daily vocation, and who told them that they wished to procure that ...

... Corporation, Nobility, &c, of Gloucester, alone proves the superiority his Portraits. ' September, 1855. 1 . ■ • NOTICES. The Blackberry Wood. In our next. P—h, Presteign. Received, but we have at present considerable arrear of poetical contributions. Tlie ...

... of the Romish priests was brought to bear in the most outrageous manner. Denunciations from the altar came as thick as blackberries, and individuals were marked, to the danger of their lives, who dared to give independent vote in behalf of the Conservative ...

... berry which is called the white blackberry. is described as being, when fully ripe, of light greenish brown colour. A friend who is very blue is very desirous to know if they are red when green like the black blackberry. A testy old gentleman was incessantly ...

... that chinks, chinks, berries billing, As though each berry were bad shilling— With saffron beak and sable hood, The black-berry hunter of the wood. Bono, airy polyglot, lingos pat in, From Hebrew to the worst dog-Latin That e'er made bush-wigg'd Rusbey ...

... clothing-shops appear to sprung up as if by magic, and the puffing hand-bills the different competitors are already thick as blackberries. All these stores are mere wooden sheds. It is now certain that the line will be opened to Ross in time for the Royal ...

... The wolf that 'neath the cottage eaves Lured Little Red-Riding-Hood The Robs that covered o'er with leaves The Babes in blackberry wood The Sparrow that Cock Robin shot But not his bow and arrow— Them Archer Cupid stole, we wot, And gave to Lesbia's ...

... first-rate dinner. The event was celebrated the following and subsequent days. A History in Rhyme.—Poets are as plentiful blackberries, and, unfortunately, about as much cared for. j Under the above head a poetical description of Pontypool and the reminiscences ...