... forget The least of thy sweet trifles? The window vines, which clamber yet, Whose blooms the bee still rifles? The roadside blackberries, growing ripe, And in the woods the Indian-piper Happy the man who tills the field, Content with rustic labour; Earth does ...

... cups, one for each iTreco. If done in this way only two layers of hatter are required, with the jam between. Damson, or blackberry jams are preferable for this puddiug. SLEEP.— Comparatively few people, after child. hood has passed, know by experience ...

... met and stopped them. 'Oh, Nelly,' cried Tilly, ' where are you going.' 'For blackberries,' laughed the other girl. 'lsn't it fun?' 'Oh, yes,' said Tilly ; 'I love blackberry parties.' 'Come to see me to-morrow afternoon,' called one of the party, 'Not ...

... were heard, and, rushing out en maw, we found Jibbers endeavouring to swallow a little boy who had come to sell a pint of blackberries, and who was quite too small for him to bite. To comfort the infant we bought his fruit at an exorbitant price, and having ...