... 12th inst. tells the following thrilling tale:— Last fall a woman, residing in the vicinity of Worcester, was picking blackberries in a field near her house, having with her only child, a bright-eyed little fellow of less than year old. The babe sat ...

... Hartley Coleridge ; and yet the individuals, out of whom he is generalized, were, some thirty years ago, as plenty as blackberries. Let him go down, then, to future generations as the abstract ideal of some brave old Tory, burying himself beneath the ...