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harmonises as little with any thing around it; and 
may be characterised among the most insignificant of 
vegetable reptiles.” 
Shakspeare treats its fruit with as little ceremony; for 
when Thersites, a scurrilous Grecian, would show his 
contempt for all the leaders in the camp, he says of 
Ulysses, “ he is not proved worth a blackberry.” The 
former writer does indeed allow it may be seen with 
effect “ scrawling along the fragments of a rock, or 
running among the rubbish of a ruin.” 
This reminds us of a passage in Hasselquist’s travels, 
who, on visiting the poor remains of Scanderette, one 
of Alexander’s magnificent cities, observed a species of 
bramble, before unknown to him, growing among the 
ruins. His botanical research, unwittingly perhaps to 
himself, found a just comment on that passage in 
. Isaiah, “ Thorns shall come up in her palaces, nettles 
and brambles in the fortresses thereof.” (xxxiv. 13.) 
What dost thou here, pale flower ? 
Thou that afore wert never seen to shine 
In gay parterre, or gentle lady’s bower, 
In lover’s wreath, or poet’s gifted line. 
