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Updated: June 3, 2025
"Yes, boy; we have succeeded in making a beautiful spherical concave mirror, which could be of no use whatever for my purpose." "Then why did we make it?" cried Tom. "For practice?" "No, boy; because it is the step towards making an ellipse, or, as they call it when shaped for a reflecting telescope, a parabola. You know what an ellipse is?" "Gooseberry," said Tom bluntly.
He lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe among the potatoes. After losing them, he ran on four legs and went faster, so that I think he might have got away altogether if he had not unfortunately run into a gooseberry net, and got caught by the large buttons on his jacket. It was a blue jacket with brass buttons, quite new.
That he could succeed tolerably in the mock-heroic vein, may be seen in his parody on Pindar's ariston men hydor, entitled Gooseberry Pie, and in some of the occasional pieces called Nondescripts.
Bendish asked, stretching herself out like a snake and examining Isabel out of her pale eyes, much the colour of an unripe gooseberry. "Was he very attractive? Oh Isabel! oh Isabel! I should not have thought this of one so young." Isabel considered the point. "I can't understand him," she said honestly. "I liked parts of him. He isn't so so homogeneous as most people are.
Jam such as strawberry, raspberry, gooseberry is most wholesome for a child, and ought occasionally to be given, in lieu of sugar, with the rice, with the batter, and with the other puddings. Marmalade, too, is very wholesome. Puddings ought to be given after and not before his meat and vegetables; if you give him pudding before his meat, he might refuse to eat meat altogether.
That on the right hand was planted with cabbages, onions, and other useful vegetables; that on the left, with gooseberry and currant-bushes, excepting one small strip, where stocks, sweet-peas, and rose-trees were growing; whose flowers, for they were now in full bloom, peeping over the neatly trimmed quick-hedge that fenced the garden from the road, had a gay and pretty appearance.
"Nearly every man in this county has been in England, many of them twenty times or more, working for months and months in the best farmed districts. Have they got any wrinkles? Divil a one. They have not planted a gooseberry or currant tree, they have no pot-herbs, no carrots or parsnips nothing at all but potatoes and turnips.
We will meet at The Crying Calf, it is safe there!" "Sit you down here, little Bobine!" suggested Hogshead Geoffrey.... "And now, what will you take?" Bobinette ordered a gooseberry syrup. "Quite the lady's drink," remarked mine host of the wine-shop with a humorous air.
"We have a wife for him," said the gnats; "at a hundred human paces from here there sits a little snail in her house, on a gooseberry bush; she is quite lonely, and old enough to be married. It is only a hundred human paces!" "Well, then, let her come to him!" said the old ones; "he has a whole forest of burdocks, she has only a bush!" And so they went and fetched little Miss Snail.
The pound sweeting, the spitzenberg, and many sister apples were there; and I stayed long enough to see them ripen into perfection. While they ripened I gathered the jewel-like clusters of red and white currants and a certain rare English gooseberry which English hands had brought from beyond the seas and planted here when the sign of the Black-Horse swung over the tavern door.
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