... drawing-room without Indies was like a year without the spring, or, rather, the spring without the flowers.” Life is a field of blackberry bushes. Mean people squat down and pick the fruit, no mutter how they black their fingers; while genius, proud and perpendicular ...

... tithes, and taxes upon them. Again, in parts of Norfolk, Lincolnshire, and Scotland, steam-engines are almost as plentiful blackberries, whilst in some other eounties, they have few or none. In my own, with million of seres, have less than half doxen. Well ...