... forget The least or thy sweet trifles I The window vines that clamber yet, Whose bloom the bee still rifles I The roadside blackberries growing ripe, And in the woods the Indian-pipe? Happy the man who fills his field, Content with rustic labour I Earth does ...

... completed in the granting of Commission of the Peace for the borough. We are waiting the men, and here they are as thick as blackberries. We can put our hands upon an embryo Justice of the Peace anywhere when wanted. The difficulty in selection. We are to ...