... ; morning mist and evening Lore, Unliko the cold, grey rime, deem’d woven wares of poldcn air When I was in prime. And blackberries, so mawkish now, Were finely flavour’d then, And hazel nuts such clusters thick 1 ne’er shall pluck again. Nor strawb’ries ...

... o[ the 12th inat. tells the following thrilling tale:—“ Laat fall woman residing in the vicinity Worcester was picking blackberries field near her houae, having with her her only child, a bright-eyed little fellow of less than a year old. babe sat upoo ...

... man to make hero of, and that that made me so should at once repent. Much better may easily be bad. The crop is plentiful blackberries. Crimeans are everything now, are everywhere, and though wild-lookiug and hirsute animals, are easily cangbt. Ido not at ...