... them start bom the axils ol little scales, and they are without order. They are like the bods on the roots of Osage orange, blackberry, Ac., by which these plants are freely propagated root-cuttings. It is clear to me that sweet potato is true root, bnt one ...

... my lips to flatter sach an absurd prejudice. As for you, Laura, it is all very well to sit there stitching at that faded blackberry “Why should I be envied ?” Because you are to have a splendid fortune, and obn Treverion for your husband.” Celia, I shall ...

... them. * shouldn't wonder if we came toa end, like the babes in the wood,” protested Celia. ‘ Imagine us existing on unripe blackberries for a week or 80, and then lying resignedly dowa to die. { don’ er a pag 9 over us. hat's a lor the are a great deal too ...

... my plans, and he will rent me the place veiy reasonably. The grounds are planted with fruit trees, cun ants, Strawberry, blackberry, raspberry, and grape Vines, and although they have been neglected, careful pruning and training will restore them, and ...

... green goggle eyes, perfectly round; and set his dogs upon us—bloodhounds I have heard they were—because presumed pick few blackberries from inside his fence. And—would you believe it?—the last time he was here he actually shot at and wounded poor child who ...

... from cows. Two Irishmen were passing some blackberry bushes. What's these, Mike' inquired Pat of his companion. Nothing but blackberries, said the latter. But they're red, Bike. Well, Pat, blackberries are always red when they're green. An old ...

... to the murder of Mr. Austen, at St. Albans.' Some clothes, including trousers, jacket, and waistcoat, found hidden under blackberry bushes in a cornfield, are now ileutified as having belonged to the deceased. A quantity of plate, also stolen from the ...

... little voice. Oh, dew, - - What shall 1 do? Mrs. Flaherty, wife of Mike Flaherty, the aboemaker, of Ballyboley, was picking blackberries for supper, end kneeling down beside the bashes, when she heard the voice. She knew in &minute that it wall a fairy voice ...

... OF to follow t which all despise. ry home! Can I forget bof thy sweet trifies ? the street. w vines which was going le blackberries, looms the bee still rifles ? weods the Indian pipe ? It was t ry life of child and man ! the best, the strongest, the ...

... other reasonable cause, which practisally reduced free sale to a myth ; for came then would have been plentiful as blackberries in Autumn. These grounds of objection, we observe, were recommended by the Bessborough Commission, and incorporated in ...

... to mother and the dreary old:pasture lands, where the mulleins upheld their yellow stalks along the stone fences, and the blackberry bushes I wove tangled canopies across the stream. So you are going to leave us, Kitty Kent ? It was Mr. Neville himself ...

... bowling green, over the common, into the fields and fir-plantations —where we were clear tresspassers--or where fire-bobs, or blackberries, or dog-roses tempted us. But I never ran wild with theta through the old churchyard—my mother and brother lay there and ...