... 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 ...

... assault upon a respectable married woman, Mrs. Smith, the wife of a p lumber and glazier. She and a little girl were out blackberrying on the canal banks, near Aldeliffe, when prisoner went up to Mrs. Smith, threw her down, and at- tempted to commit the ...