... glowing with health and youthful glee, and their eyes beaming with triumph, as their tiny hands held fast the basket of blackberries or nuts, the fruits of their day’s exploits. It was after bright July day, Lady Mary and Henry were playing before the ...

... My ribs,’ replied his lordship, ' which I have not felt for many years until now.’ Touching Metaphor.—Life is a field of blackberry bushes. Mean people squat down and pick the fruit, matter how they black their fingers; while genius, proud and perpendicular ...

... taste of what they say now and again, • in6dels,” thraitors to their principles,” and needy speculators,” are as plenty blackberries amongst the lovers of fatherland. Well, all thrades must live, as Joseph Ady marked ; and I never heard tell of pathriotism ...