... aither him. bad luck id have it, there was a demayne wall on one side o’ the road, and lurze and white-thorn mixed with blackberry bushes on the other, so that ’twas what the sailors call starn chase,” and indeed Mistber Bourke aud myself said inore prayers ...

... Ist Regiment of the Prussian Guards, there are less than noblemen serving private soldiers. Nobles must lie as plentiful blackberries in Germany or llieeiithiisiafin in the country must wonderful indeed. It wonl I tare the whole peerage in this country ...

... hand-inhand—watching with childish wonder tbe birds flying from hedge to hedge ; or Edward would gather twigs of May-blossom or blackberries for himselt and Rose—for what one had the other must share always. They seldom played with the children of tho village ...

... stands for the present pates the happiness of meeting with the friends, with ' whom he chased the butterfly, or picked the blackberry! Absent friends, too, will not be forgotten-the broad and mighty billows of the Atlantic may sweep between them, but still ...

... as I only wish it was in my power to do this blessed morning. Yes, indeed, Father Pat, agrab 1 wish I could only see the blackberry bushes clustering' beside the bog of Ballisodare, and I’d know what would tempt to war agaio, not saying but few drops the ...

... erigeo‘ the lake. I was afeard to try for the fish in daylight, for the Great Lite, bad cees to thim,had their keepers as blackberries, aitd these »Ulyans always lookin* out get a dacent hoy into throuble. Well, sir got out tools, and having swallied a good ...

... Curry, a widow. There is not a window injured belonging a Roman Catholic. —’Armagh Guardian. A IUU) boy while picking blackberries'* short distance from United States village was [eaten alive a bear. ...

... the best. ■ (ieorae will have plenty of money, so he can abroad Mttle down Whe.e won’t hi known. Women are Mplenlifolas blackberries ’ . „ Tho merchant bad good deal of conrage—he would underwrite almost any crazy craltj but coold »ot face his daughter ...

... stockings for yon the winther yon spent on visit with the governor of Ennis gaol, is gone to glory,*’ afther seein’ eightysix blackberry seasons over her bead —and Paddy M’Craeken, the play boy, is buckled last. ’Twas my own fault that I didn't spend a rousin’night ...