... one. She became • wife and a mother, aad possibly is so ttUL— 2Vofci and Queries'. Touching Metaphor.— Life is a field of blackberry bushes. Mean people squat down and pick the fruit, no matter bow they black their fingers ; while genius, proud and per ...

... o'clock in the forenoon the Untie te». accompanied by his sister and another girl, had gone aca an adjoining field to gather blackberries, andunfor-..ui.,. / got too near to a horse, to which he spoke, when c up ?? him over the head, fracturing the skull and ...

... the wild rose, the brilliant scarlet and green berries of the night-shade, and tbe dark purple bunches of the luxuriant blackberry. These are now most abundant,and we often meet lots of lads and lassies busy in reducing their numbers. Then we have the ...