... SCHOOL DATS. Poetry. Still pits the scboolliouse by the road, A ragged beggar sunuing ; Around it still tbe sumachs grow, And blackberry vines are running. Within, the master's desk is seen, . J. scarred by raps official; Tbe warping floor, the battered seats ...

... promises to be very plentiful. Forwardness of the Season. —We were shown the other day, a quantity of large and perfectly ripe blackberries grown in the garden of our townsman, Mr Robert Sievewright, who lias also plucked small quantity of strawberries, also ...

... at the to get a tune. Mother desires me to ask you to send her, home again, when your mother y U V 1 the receipt of the blackberry wine, as she has forgot Milton. This is something terrible. about it \ihich will much oblige your most obedient ser- j had ...