OUR WILD-FRUITS.

The next native fruits which demand our notice are the strawberry,

raspberry, and the varieties of the bramble tribe, all of which are to

be classed under the third section of the natural order _Rosaceæ_, and

form the ninth genus of that order. The general characteristics of

these are--the calyx flattish at the bottom, and five-cleft; five

petals; many stamens inserted into the calyx with the petals; many

fleshy carpels arranged on a somewhat elevated receptacle, with

lateral style, near the points of the carpels.

We will begin with the strawberry (_Fragaria_.) The last fruits of

which we spoke--the plum and cherry--though the produce of much larger

plants, nay, one of them of a tree which ranks among the timber-trees

of our land, are not of superior, if of equal value to those which are

about to engage our attention. An old writer quaintly remarks: 'It is

certain that there _might_ have been a better berry than the

strawberry, but it is equally certain that there is not one;' and I

suppose there are few in the present day who will be disposed to

dispute this opinion, for there are few fruits, if any, which are in

more general repute, or more highly prized, than the strawberry and

raspberry; and though the cultivated species have now nearly, if not

quite superseded the wild, yet we must not forget that there was a

time when none but the latter were to be obtained in England, and that

the native sorts of which we are now to speak are the parents of

almost all the rich varieties which at present exist in the land.

There are doubtless many among the inhabitants of our towns and cities

who have never gathered or seen the strawberry in its wild state; and

many, very many more who are wholly unacquainted with the peculiar and

interesting structure of this fruit and its allies--the raspberry,

blackberry, dewberry, and their congeners. The plant which bears the

strawberry, whether the wild or garden species, is an herb with

three-partite leaves, notched at the edge with a pair of largo

membraneous stipules at their base. When growing, this plant throws

out two kinds of shoots--one called _runners_, which lie prostrate on

the ground, and end in a tuft of leaves--these root into the soil, and

then form new plants--and another growing nearly upright, and bearing

at the end a tuft of flowers which produce the fruit. The calyx, which

is flat, green, and hairy, is divided into ten parts, called sepals,

and there are five petals; the stamens, which are very numerous, and

grow out of the calyx, are placed in a crowded ring round the pistil.

This pistil consists of a number of carpels, arranged in many rows

very regularly on a central receptacle; each carpel has a style,

ending in a slightly-lobed stigma; and an ovary, wherein lies one

single ovule, or young seed. The course of the transformation of this

apparatus into fruit is highly curious and interesting. First, the

petals fall off, and the calyx closes over the young fruit;

immediately the receptacle on which the carpels grow begins to swell,

and soon after the carpels themselves increase in size, and become

shining, whilst their styles begin to shrivel. The receptacle

increases in size so much more and faster than the carpels, which soon

cease to enlarge at all, that they speedily begin to be separated by

it, and the surface of the receptacle to become apparent. In a little

time, the carpels are completely scattered in an irregular manner over

the surface of the receptacle, which has become soft and juicy, and

has all along been pushing aside the calyx, which finally falls back

almost out of sight. The receptacle finally assumes a crimson colour,

grows faster and faster, and becomes sweet and fragrant. Those which

we commonly call the seeds of the strawberry, then lie on the surface,

and these, if carefully examined, will prove to be the carpels

containing the seeds in a little thin shell like a small nut. The

strawberry is, therefore, not, properly speaking, a fruit; it is a

fleshy receptacle, bearing the fruit on it, which fruit is, in fact,

the ripe carpels. Now this structure is, as I have said, common to all

strawberries, each variety having, however, its own peculiarities of

growth and appearance.

There are but nine distinct species of the tribe Fragaria: one native

in Germany, where it is called Erdbeere; two in North, and one in

South America; one in Surinam; and one in India; the remaining three

being indigenous in Britain, where, besides these three wild species,

there are at least sixty mongrel varieties, the results of

cultivation; some of which, recently produced from seed, are of great

excellence. The finest of these native British species is the

wood-strawberry (_Fragaria vesca_), which is common everywhere; the

second, the hautboy (_F. elatior_), is much less frequently found, and

is by Hooker supposed to be scarcely indigenous; and the third, the

one-leaved strawberry (_F. monophylla_), is unknown to me, and only

named by some writers as a species. The common wood-strawberry bears

leaves smaller, more sharply notched, and more wrinkled in appearance,

than any of the cultivated species. The earliest formed are closely

covered, as is the stem, with white silvery hairs, and the leaves turn

red early in the autumn, or in dry weather. The blossoms appear very

early in the spring, throwing up their delicate white petals on every

bank and hedgerow, among the clusters of violets and primroses, and

even not unfrequently before these sweet harbingers of spring venture

to unfold and give promise of abundant fruit. But though the blossoms

are so common, from some reason or other the fruit seldom ripens

freely, unless along some of the more remote and secluded woodpaths,

where the bright red berries lurk on every sunny bank, between the

trunks of the old beech and oak trees, and are overhung by the

beautiful bunches of polypody and foxglove, and other free-growing

wild-plants which spring in such solitudes, providing the flocks of

varied song-birds which frequent such delightful glades with many a

juicy meal.

Few things can be more agreeable than a day of strawberry-picking in

the woods and glens where they abound, when troops of happy little

children are scattered about, singly, or in groups of three or four,

each with a basket to receive the delicious spoil, and all grubbing

among the moss and herbage, and shouting with exultation as one

cluster after another reveals itself to their eager researches. Some

are too much engaged in the quest to notice the brilliant flowers

which at another time would have engrossed all their thoughts; whilst

others, wreathed round with the bright blue wood-vetch, the shining

broad-leaved bryony, and the rose and honeysuckle, will have to lay

down the large handfuls of flowers with which they have encumbered

themselves, before they can share in the enjoyment of collecting the

fragrant berries. Then comes the hour of assembling, to take their tea

and eat the sweet, fresh fruit, and talk over their adventures with

the happy parents who have awaited the gathering together of the young

ones. Perhaps this assembling takes place in the nearest farmhouse,

where fresh milk and rich cream are added to the repast; or it may be

under the boughs of one of those masters of the forest, which we may

fancy to have seen such gatherings, year by year, for centuries past,

and could tell us tales of groups of little people, arranged in the

costumes depicted by Holbein, Vandyk, or Lely, the garb of ancient

days, seated by their stately seniors, whilst the antlered deer, then

the free denizens of the forest, stood at bay, half-startled at the

merry party which had invaded their solitude; and the squirrel, little

more vivacious in its furry jacket than the stiffly-dressed little

bipeds, sprang from bough to bough overhead; and the hare and rabbit

bounded along over the distant upland. But we must return to our

description of

The blushing strawberry,

Which lurks close shrouded from high-looking eyes,

Shewing that sweetness low and hidden lies.

The whole tribe takes its generic name from its fragrance; the word

_fragrans_, sweet-smelling, being that from which Fragaria is derived.

The wood-strawberry is seldom larger than a horse-bean, of a brilliant

red, and the flesh whiter than that of any cultivated species; the

flavour is remarkably clear and full--a pleasant subacid, with more of

the peculiar strawberry perfume in the taste than any other. They are

very wholesome, indeed considered valuable medicinally. The other wild

species is the hautboy: this is larger than _F. vesca_, more hairy,

and its fruit a deeper red; the flavour, like that of the

garden-hautboy, rather musty; in its uses and qualities, it resembles

_F. vesca_. The strawberry does not seem to have been noticed by the

ancients, though it is slightly named by Virgil, Ovid, and Pliny. It

appears to have been cultivated in England early, as an old writer,

Tusser, says:

'Wife, into the garden, and set me a plot,

With strawberry-roots the best to be got;

Such growing abroad among thorns in the wood,

Well chosen and pricked, prove excellent good.'

Gerarde speaks of them as growing 'in hills and valleys, likewise in

woods, and other such places as be something shadowie; they prosper

well in gardens, the red everywhere; the other two, white and green,

more rare, and are not to be founde save only in gardens.' Shakspeare

speaks of this fruit. We find the Bishop of Ely, when conversing with

the Archbishop of Canterbury on the change of conduct manifested by

the young King Henry V., on his coming to the throne, says:

'The strawberry grows underneath the nettle,

And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best

Neighboured by fruits of baser quality,

And so the prince,' &c.

And the Duke of Gloster, when counselling in the Tower with his

allies, and plotting to strip his young nephew of his crown and

honours, says:

'My Lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn,

I saw good strawberries in your garden there:

I do beseech you send for some of them.'

Parkinson speaks, in 1629, of their having been introduced 'but of

late days.' As an article of diet, this fruit offers but little

nourishment, but it is considered useful in some diseases, and

generally wholesome, though there are some constitutions to which it

is injurious. Linnæus states, that he was twice cured of the gout by

the free use of strawberries; and Gerarde and other old authors

enlarge much on their efficacy in consumptive cases. Phillips tells

us, that 'in the monastery of Batalha is the tomb of Don John, son of

King John I. of Portugal, which is ornamented by the representation of

strawberries, this prince having chosen them for his crest, to shew

his devotion to St John the Baptist, who lived on fruits.' This is

rather a curious notion, for though the Scripture tells us of St John

the Baptist, that when in the wilderness 'his meat was locusts and

wild honey,' we have no reason to suppose that he lived always even on

these. What these locusts were is problematical, but it is likely they

were the fruit of the locust-tree, _Hymenæa_, which bears a pod

containing a sort of bean, enclosed in a whitish substance of fine

filaments, as sweet as sugar or honey. The wild bees frequent these

trees, and it is probable that here St John found his twofold aliment;

but we have no particular reason to suppose that he wholly lived on

fruit, and certainly could have little to do with strawberries, as

there is no species indigenous in the Holy Land.

But we must now proceed to examine and record the structure of the

raspberry, raspis, or hindberry, by all which names it is called. This

is a species of the Rubus, of which Hooker records only ten species as

native in Britain, though Loudon extends the number to thirteen; of

which one, the dwarf crimson (_Rubus araticus_), is to be found only

in Scotland. We cannot, of course, notice each of these species

separately, nor will it be necessary to do so, as the varieties which

mark the different kinds of common bramble are such as would not be

observed except by an accurate botanist. This tribe, which takes its

name from the Celtic _rub_, which signifies _red_, and is supposed to

be so named from the red tint of its young shoots, as well as from the

colour of the juice of its berry, consists chiefly of shrub-like

plants, with perennial roots, most of which produce suckers or stolons

from the roots, which ripen and drop their leaves one year, and resume

their foliage, produce blossom shoots, flowers, and fruit, and die the

next year, of which the raspberry and common bramble are examples. In

some of the species the stem is upright, or only a little arched at

the top, but in the greater number it is prostrate and arched, the

ends of the shoots rooting when they reach the ground, and forming new

plants, sometimes at the distance of several yards from the parent

root. The branches and stems are all more or less prickly; those of

the common bramble being armed with strong and sharp spines, and even

the leaf-stems lined with very sharp reflected prickles, which hitch

in everything they come near, and inflict sharp wounds. The corolla is

formed of an inferior calyx of one leaf, divided into five segments,

of five petals in some species; and in others pink, but always of very

light and fragile texture, and more or less crumpled, on which the

caterpillar of the beautiful white admiral butterfly (_Limenitis

camilla_) sometimes feeds. It has many stamens, arranged like those of

the strawberry; and the pistil is composed, as that is, of a number of

carpels rising out of a central receptacle.

But now let us examine the structure of the fruit, which we shall find

differs materially from that of the strawberry in its formation. We

will take that of the raspberry as our example; for though the berries

of the whole tribe are on the same construction, we cannot have one

better known or which would better illustrate the subject. If you pull

off the little thimble-shaped fruit from its stem, you will find

beneath a dry, white cone; this is the receptacle, and the very part

which you eat in the strawberry. If you look attentively at a ripe

raspberry, you will find that it is composed of many separate little

balls of fleshy and juicy substance, each entirely covered by a thin,

membraneous skin, which separates it wholly from its neighbour, and

from the cone. Each of these contains a single seed, and from each a

little dry thread, which is the withered style, projects. You will

find none of the dry grains which lie on the surface of the

strawberry, the part which corresponds with the inner part of those,

lying in the juicy pulp below, whilst that which once corresponded

with their outer part or shell, has itself been transformed into that

juicy pulp which covers them: the fact is, that the carpels of the

raspberry, instead of remaining dry like the strawberry, swell as they

ripen, and acquire a soft, pulpy coat, which in time becomes red,

juicy, and sweet. These carpels are so crowded together, that they at

last grow into one mass, and form the little thimble-shaped fruit

which we eat, the juices of the receptacle being all absorbed by the

carpels, which eventually separate from it, and leave the dry cone

below. Lindley says: 'In the one case, the receptacle robs the carpels

of all their juice, in order to become gorged and bloated at their

expense; in the other case, the carpels act in the same selfish manner

on the receptacle.'

If you observe the berries of the common brambles, the dewberry, and

the cloudberry, you will find them to be all thus formed, though the

number of _grains_, as these swollen carpels are called, differ

materially--the dewberry often maturing only one or two, while the

raspberry, and some kinds of the brambleberry, present us with twenty

and more.

The raspberry was but little noticed by the ancients. Pliny speaks of

a sort of bramble called by the Greeks _Idæus_, from Mount Ida, but he

seems to value it but little. He says, however: 'The flowers of this

raspis being tempered with honey, are good to be laid to watery or

bloodshotten eyes, as also in erysipelas; being taken inwardly, and

drunk with water, it is a comfortable medicine to a weak stomach.'

Gerarde speaks of it under the name of hindeberry, as inferior to the

blackberry. The wild raspberry, which is the stock whence we get the

garden red raspberry, grows freely in many parts of England. It is

found in Wilts, Somerset, Devonshire, and other counties, but is most

abundant in the north. Except in size, it is little inferior to the

cultivated kinds, and possesses the same colour, scent, and flavour.

This fruit, and the strawberry, are especially suitable for invalids,

as they do not engender acetous fermentation in the stomach. In

dietetic and medicinal qualities, these fruits are also much alike.

The bramble, which grows everywhere, creeping on every hedge, and

spreading on the earth in all directions, abounds in useful

properties, most parts of the plant being good for use. The berries

make very tolerable pies, and are much in request for such purposes,

and for making jam in farmhouses and cottages, where they are often

mixed with apples to correct thereby the rather faint and vapid

flavour that they possess when used by themselves. This jam, as well

as the raw fruit, is considered good for sore throats, and for

inflammation of the gums and tonsils. We are also told, that the young

green shoots, eaten as salad, will fix teeth which are loose; probably

(if it be so) it is from the astringent qualities in the juice

strengthening and hardening the gums. The leaves pounded, are said to

be a cure for the ringworm; and they are also made into tea by some of

the cottagers, which is very useful in some ailments; and the roots

boiled in honey, are said to be serviceable in dropsy. The green twigs

are used to dye silk and woollen black; and silk-worms will feed on

them, though the silk produced by those so fed is not equal to that of

those fed on the mulberry. The long trailing shoots are important to

thatchers for binding thatch, and are also used for binding

straw-mats, beehives, &c.; and even the flowers were anciently

supposed to be remedies against the most dangerous serpents. Loudon

says: 'The berries, when eaten at the moment they are ripe, are

cooling and grateful; a little before, they are coarse and

astringent; and a little after, disagreeably flavoured or putrid.' He

adds: 'Care is requisite in gathering the fruit, for one berry of the

last sort will spoil a whole pie.' Great quantities of them are

collected by the women and children in the country, and sold in the

neighbouring towns by the quart. There is a double-flowered species of

bramble, and one which bears _white_ berries. The fruit of the dwarf

crimson (_R. araticus_), and that of the cloudberry (_R. chamæmorus_),

are highly prized in Scotland and Sweden, and in the latter country

are much used in sauces and soups, and for making vinegar; and Dr

Clarke says, that he was cured of a bilious fever by eating great

quantities. The cloudberry, which grows on the tops of the highest

mountains, is the badge of the clan Macfarlane. The bramble seems to

be of almost universal extent, at least it is found at the utmost

limits of phænogamous vegetation; and we are led to remark the

goodness of God in thus providing a plant which combines so many

valuable qualities, and so many useful parts, capable of extending

itself so freely in defiance of all impediments, and of standing so

many vicissitudes of climate, without the aid of culture or care. The

bramble is emphatically the property of the poor; its fruit may be

gathered without restriction; its shoots, both in their young

medicinal state, and in their harder and tougher growth, are theirs to

use as they will; and their children may enjoy the sport of

blackberry-picking, and the profits of blackberry-selling, none saying

them nay; and many a pleasant and wholesome pudding or pie is to be

found on tables in blackberry season, where such dainties are not

often seen at any other time, unless, indeed, we except the

whortleberry season. The poet Cowper sings of--

Berries that emboss

The bramble black as jet;

and truly a plant which diffuses so many benefits, even under the

least advantageous circumstances, may well deserve encomium.

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