Stray Leaves from a Border Garden 
I find my consolation in the preserving-pan ; the “ pan is 
ere ” for all ills, as an old Cook once defined “ panacea.” I 
am making a delightful pickle of tiny Onions and Nasturtium 
fruit. It is improved by one or two Capsicums. Cook and 
I have been trying to preserve the Wild Rose-hips according 
to the West-country recipe, and we have produced a very 
nice syrup. But real jelly we cannot get, owing, I think, 
to the fruit being over-ripe. Our Rose-hips were particularly 
fine, being the fruit of a hybrid between Dog-rose and 
Sweetbriar. One must not use Sweetbriar-hips, as they 
are covered with fine thorns, which might go through the 
straining-cloth. Our Crab-apple jelly is a great success, 
tasting delicious and looking lovely, a clear pink topaz. 
Crab-apples are said to be particularly good for Cider. My 
young Japanese Wineberry plants bore well, but, alas, the 
birds took all the fruit before I remembered to gather it. 
It makes a delicious preserve, rather like Raspberry. I have 
heard of a cross between Blackberry and Raspberry, called 
Loganberry, which is said to be very good. I do not think 
this is a very good country for Blackberries — Brambles, as 
they are called here, the name Blackberry being often given 
to the Blackcurrant. Brummelberries, Blackbowours, and 
Bummelkites are old names hereabouts for Blackberries ; 
in Roxburghshire, I believe, the name is “ Ladies’-garters.” 
In Teviotdale it is the same almost, being “ Lady Garten- 
berries, and elsewhere in Scotland “ Drumliedroits ” and 
“ Gaitberry.” In Sweden it is Jungfrubaar , or Young Lady’s- 
berry, and the Virgin Mary’s-berry, and Bromboer . The 
German name is Brombeere , and the Dutch Braamen. In 
the West of Scotland it is Blackboyds. In the South of 
France the children won’t touch Blackberries, but say 
they are poisonous. There is an English belief that on 
September 29 (Michaelmas Day) the devil puts his foot on 
the blackberry-bushes, and whoever picks the fruit after 
that date will be unlucky. This belief used to be prevalent 
in Scotland, with the variation, “ Auld Hornie throws his 
cloak over the Blackberries ” ; while in Ireland “’tis himself 
drags the tail of his coat over them.” In Devonshire the 
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