... the 12th iust. tells the following thrilling tale:— Last fall woman re9idiug in the vicinity of Worcester was picking blackberries in field near her house,having with her her only child,a bright-eyed little fellow of less than a year old. * The babe ...

... Hardey Coleridge ; and yet the individuals, ont of whom he is generalised, were, some thirty years ago, ‘‘as plenty as blackberries.” Lethim gu down, then, to fature generations as the abstract ideal of some brave old Tory, burying himself beneath the ...

... (Laughter.) Mr Charlesworth, of Rike-end, my wife's father, had sent for a Mr Harrison. He is a wizard. They are not like blackberries. (Laughter ) am not a wizard myself. (Laughter.) I have said I was afraid my father was in the same way as was. (Laughter ...

... overcome and the goal is in sight. In the east and west wards of Westmorland these libraries are becoming as plentiful as blackberries; and Knock, fell-side village, which no one would consider capable of maintaining such institution, was one of the first ...

... assumption that there had been any attack from tbe Tuesday to the Tuesday following, when she bad some mussels, buttermilk, blackberry wine, and other things improper for a person in her state of health, got worse, and on the Thursday she died. He should ...