... POET THE BLACKBERRY LANE. (OkIOIMiL.) (BY GRAVEN OIUS.) you remember, lore, the morn When forth, with expectations fun, wended towards the Blackberry Lane? The glory the fields was shorn; It was the dim October weather, When golden gleams and shadowy ...

... Cobden do you mean, air ? Here was a pretty question to ask— Which Mr. Cobden ? As if Cobden, were as plentiful as blackberries. We told him which it was; and he didn't know whether he was at home or not, and seemed very much as if he didn't care ...

... docile that it allowed the children to run about it, and use it as they liked. Something like the Vicar of Wakefield's old Blackberry, without his defects, we should imagine. THE OF 01 , 13.110.—The swallow has been seen in the neighbourhood of Aspatria ...