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... gipsies : thou shalt have boiled sorrel and mushrooms to thy supper. If we stay here long enough there will be nuts and blackberries and whortleberries. Pity, a thousand pities, there is not a drop of drink I dream of punch and hipsy. Think upon what remains ...
... without detection. But w havgry after awhile, and went into the house investigated the There were 7 —it was an American blackberry , baked for Sanday. The boy who was not feeling very well himself, soon had half-a-dozen of the pies, but paused with keen ...
... contrasted the lithe grace- fulness of the silver birch ; and the paths wind through thick, clustering brambles, where the blackberries are ripening as fast premature fingers will permit ; and you may find some clumps of bracken which already begin to show ...
... closely together, so as to allow no juice to escape. Make a marmalade by stewing either apples, raspberries, mulberries, blackberries, or any other kind of fresh fruit that may be convenient, with some sugar. When the fruit has stewed long enough to be ...
... during the ?? Visitor. KLEPTOMANIA, by Mark Melford, Author of Turned Up, Frivolity,I Secrets of the Policc, ]Blackberries, The Cooming Clown, &c., kC ,c 'LEPTuJmANIA. Notice. In consequence of the enormous success of the above Comedy Mr ...
... very little scent wherewith to bestlethe along, and it was ditto at Louth Hall, foxes being as plentiful the proverbial blackberries there, but no scent, an d after wbat more than three hours' hunti ng between Lisirerno Louth Hall, hounds had to be stopped ...
... although the country over which one shoots or looks for a shot yields nothing in the shape of food more nutritious than blackberries. Bread and tinned provisions liquor according to the drinker's taste, two or three pairs of gOod stout boots, thickly studded ...
... gayest attire. The sun, dearest mother, has come from lifer, And has looked in at last just to see how we are: And the blackberries, blushing, go purple and red, 'heath the stare of the impudent sun overhead. 0, mother, dear mother, your poet at hilt ...