... such; but they appeared to be grown up Irom birth, and not to have an ides of amusing thatossives.— the Year Round. A BLACKBERRYING ADVENTURE. lam Emily, my siessaie need net matter. It was • deliglabel in that queen of menthe. I woe the bracing air and ...

... responsible place. A man needs to have all his eyes and ears about him. And, moreover, situations in London don't grow, like blackberries on the bushes, to be gathered at will. Humph! commented Captain Garrick. So it seems. And perhaps, hopefully added ...

... September morning, when the stil green fields were all glittering with dew, and bright webs of raver gossamer sparkled on the blackberry bushes, an acorn and a mushroom found themselves side by side. The mushroom was tall and fresh-looking, and thought a deal ...

... coarse russet red straw, turned up with velvet of the same shade, the crown in black straw, and the ming • big bunch of blackberries. It was an ideal example of autumn headgear, both as regarded the colour and fruit. The crown of a different colour to ...

... windmill itself. Just like it was in my girl days, mid she, Two of 'em. It seems as if I Gould almost pink the Werke off the blackberry hushes at the back, and feel the cold spray of the river my face. I never cared for art before, but I do now. ...

... her very affectionately, and now they have eloped. Another caw of the biter bit, t hes, mumbled Lou. her mouth full of blackberries shehad just discovered. Poor girl Belle is equal to stinging remarks, and her language is rather pointed at timm-- All ...