... 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 ...

... 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 ...