... THE PoRcii.-Here come those ragged imps of fortune, Which now three days I've noted prowl the city. When last I saw them, blackberries were ripe, And they, slow coasting every wealthy hedge, Besmirched their faces with the berries' blood, The bushes made ...

... resided at Bishop's. gate-parade, New-port. On the day in question, she had been picking blackberries, and met the prisoner, wbo asked her how she sohl her blackberries. She seid tfireepence a ) quart. and he said he would have a quart, and that lie lived ...

... afternoon last. The complainant stated that her father lived in Bishopsgate-parade. On the day in question she had been picking blackberries near Maindee. and met the prisoner, who asked her how she sold her black- berries. She said 3d. per quart, and he said ...

... who looked after her guests gaff in the parlour and cows in the byre. falli MTe' dinner was dicellent: trout, chickens, blackberry t -L?m, and curds aand cream, followed by the inevitable attr sody.i' past ?? 'rang merrily outside, and the young men coat ...