... where will ye find Kart pretty girls, nut by two uor three O' them Only there where they grow, d’ye mind, Btill like the blackberries, more than ya aea o* than. Long, long away, an* roatther how far 'Tie tha girls that I misa, girls that 1 miaa. Women are ...

... heard Kathleen the other day advising a nice, tidy, little girl to go into the town every morning, and try and sell fresh blackberries small quantities round the honses. Were these brought in daily the townspeople would soon now to appreciate them. Tner ...

... that the deceased had fallen into the flax dam near the houae, and on searching the damshe found the little giri’a liotly. Blackberries were growing on the edge of the dam, and it appeared that she had been gathering these when she missed her footing and ...

... an easier mode of locomotion than driving. Maybe the road engine coold get some trade in the milk line. you remenilu r black-berrying long ago? Well, perhape yon forget that the season ie now in (oil swing. Troopa of hoys and girls, often aooompanied by ...

... for having concert. Yon and Harry most glad to home once more. Kathleen gave me the recipe for that padding made with the blackberries, but now that my latter is already so long 1 shall not give it yon till next week. We still enjoy that fruit every out ...

... strawberry bed, an annoying wee&aad may be considered and tnatedthe numeretm youag plant* of the strawberry, raspberry, and blackberry which we see between the sows. Tto ordinary mssto art, however, plants lor which we have nae. Where they come from? All ...

... on her face ou the tangled pathway. saw the name* of keMtifal fonts bar feat, tba golden colouring of tha trees, erisMoa blackberry boshes, beard tha roar of the waterfall, and once again her impasatooed cry: M I can still make yon bappy, Jack ; eossa ...

... Miss Scott; flowers and fruit from Ballyrashane harvest service (per Rev. R. Cunningham); batter. Miss Dunlop; 16lbs. blackberries, patient; hairbrush, Mrs. Macansland; periodicals, Mrs. Rogers, Miss Giveen, Mrs. Lopdell, Mrs. Baker, N. C. Hotel, Portrnsh ...

... to seat myself upon that lovely white velvet couch of yours,” he says, cheerfully, pushing his way through the tangle of blackberry briers, which thrust forth thorny arms to atlectionately detain him in their close embrace. All! delicious! exclaims, giving ...