In former years it was customary to carry sprigs of rosemary at a funeral, probably because this plant was considered emblematical of remembrance: "To show their love, the neighbours far and near, Follow'd with wistful look the damsel's bier; Spring'd rosemary the lads and lasses bore, While dismally the parson walked before.

they say; and the most indifferent ends by picking a sprig of it in a hushed, wondering way.

He wore a sprig of goldenrod in his buttonhole, and goldenrod bobbed over the old horse's forelock.

Every one takes a sprig and carries it in his hand till the body is put into the grave, at which time they all throw their sprigs in after it.

Something had caused a swimming before his eyes which he did not wish his wife to see; so he let fall the handle of the express-wagon and, bending his slow back, plucked a sprig of "old-man."

The ancients believed, too, that the laurel had the power of communicating the gift of prophecy, as well as poetic genius; and, when they wished to procure pleasant dreams, would place a sprig under the pillow of their bed.

" He held out a sprig in not quite the right direction, and the Maestro stepped forward and stooped to him, while Kirk's fingers found the buttonhole.

At Lausanne the poet made a pilgrimage to the haunts of Gibbon, broke a sprig from his acacia-tree, and carried off some rose leaves from his garden.

"'Cause I could eat the candy athout looking, you know," added Fly, shutting her eyes, and putting a sprig of cedar in her mouth, by way of experiment.

* Badminton Claret Cup Rub six lumps of sugar on a lemon, strain the juice of the lemon over the sugar and add a glass of good sherry, two sprigs of verbena, a few slices of cucumber and a quart of claret.

VERSES, WRITTEN AT THE REQUEST OF A GENTLEMAN, TO WHOM A LADY HAD GIVEN A SPRIG OF MYRTLE

" It could have been hardly daylight on the moors the morning when Charlotte went out to find that last solitary sprig of heather which she laid on Emily's pillow for Emily to see when she awoke.

When Mrs. Royle took us to see her flowers, Boggley pulled a sprig of mignonette, sniffed it appreciatively, and handing it to me said: "What does that remind you of?" "Miss Aitken's teas!"

She rearranged the sprigs of burrage, made a fresh disposition of the baskets of fruit, whilst both the men watched her open-mouthed, agape at so much loveliness and grace.

de Sévigné, indeed, she had received, during a fête at Trianon, the sprig from an orange-tree, which she had planted and which became in Germany a flourishing tree.

Now, if you have watched the progress of a particular shrub, you will see that it is no longer a simple pyramid or cone, but that out of its apex there rises a sprig or two, growing more lustily perchance than an orchard-tree, since the plant now devotes the whole of its repressed energy to these upright parts.

They stuck good big bushes of pine in each window; they put a little ruffle of ground-pine round mother's Bible, and they fastened the beautiful red cross up over the table, and they stuck sprigs of pine or holly into every crack that could be made, by fair means or foul, to accept it, and they were immensely satisfied and delighted.

Every one takes a sprig and carries it in his hand till the body is put into the grave, at which time they all throw their sprigs in after it.

" Mrs. Rigby stretched out her hand and touched the sprig of heather wistfully.

I warrant me, some young reprobate of a good family, or he would never have acted the sprig so well.

"Do you remember when my dear father's own hand wreathed a sprig of scarlet geranium in my hair, some ten years ago, when I was a vain and wilful girl?" replied the young Countess, without heeding his question, and looking up with fond affection in his face.

Many cooks boil a small bunch of mint with the peas, or garnish them with it, by boiling a few sprigs in a saucepan by themselves.

Boil a trout well seasoned; add 1 sliced onion, 1 carrot chopped, 2 sprigs of parsley and 1 bay-leaf, a few peppercorns and 1 tablespoonful of butter.

Through the buttonhole in the lapel of his coat he drew a spicy-smelling sprig of ground-pine, chanting whimsically as he did so a couplet from Ben Jonson: "Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast.

She wrote informally, telling me about the place and enclosing a sprig of cedar from one of the trees in the yard.