... the culmninating point of St. llelena. Here a few roughly-squared blocks of tufa, now over- grown with wildl-pel)er and blackberry brambles, are all that remain to mark the site of Edmund Ialley's observatory, where 200 years ago he noted the transit ...

... stooping under a bundle of cut furze; or a horde of shy little flaxen-polled savages beating the bushes in quest of a few late blackberries ; but sometimes they went for two or three miles without encountering a soul. More than once, a covey of partridges rose ...

... which onehasneverbeen celebrated can lay little claim to prestige or renown. They have become plentiful as the proverbial blackberry, and, strangest thing of all, nobody seems to grow tired of them. Let the weather be but propitious, and there is alwvays ...