... rings, no bed, of water-cress, No woods to play the truant in when pedagogues oppress, hedges and no gutters where the blackberries may hide, And wild rose-trees luxuriant trail in all their summer pride; N?, none of these !—I therefore feel to wish my ...

... whither we went from Stepney at eight years of age Blackberrying. We knew almost every dell, and cover, and tangled copse, and from any path could lead you direct to the richest garden of blackberries. We knew the haunts of Hornsey, and Finchley, and ...

... indifferent about his attentions! Little Dick Morley, the wheelwright's son, was always ready to help us catch the pony, or go blackberrying with us, and what did we want more ? Tom was boasting one day of how many times he had danced with the above- named lady ...