Back at the end of the year, Michael Gilleland did a diverting post about hips and haws. Turns out he has done several on the same topic, although it appears there is at least one more he had not picked up on.
And this blessed gift of venerating love has been given to too many humble craftsmen since the world began for us to feel any surprise that it should have existed in the soul of a Methodist carpenter half a century ago, while there was yet a lingering after-glow from the time when Wesley and his fellow-labourer fed on the hips and haws of the Cornwall hedges, after exhausting limbs and lungs in carrying a divine message to the poor.
--George Eliot, Adam Bede Book I, Chapter 3.
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