... all the afternoon, and the little contrary witch knew it.) Then there was rare sport in gathering berries—more especially blackberries. Purchased fruit never had the same delicious flavour of that which was plucked wild, fresh, and sweet from the bushes ...

... were mine, With all that follows in its train, would with gratitude resign, To dream that dream of love again. EMMA’S BLACKBERRYING. Vlat a mellow, golden August day it was ! Just such one as makes us involuntarily step aside from crush ihe worm in our ...