ABSTRACT
The bramble is to me so full of signs, as well as beauties ; the spring and fall of its sprays, the glorious colour of its autumn leaves, the strong, sharp, talon-like thorns, and its wild, luxuriant growth alone would endear it to me; but, besides all that, it carries, like all thorned plants, the mark of sorrow, the human mark, and the mark of the deepest sorrow, in that it has power to give pain.
