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houses, gardeiiless, all exactly alike, as if made 

 in one mould, and coloured red and yellow to 

 suit the tenants' fancy. But at Plumstead, 

 unlovely and ignoble as it is in appearance, one 

 has the pleasant thought that at last here, on 

 this side, one is at the very end of London, that 

 the country beyond and on either side is, albeit 

 populous, purely rural. On the left hand is the 

 river ; on the right of Plumstead is Shooter's 

 Hill, with green fields, hedges, woods, and pre- 

 serves, and here some line views of the sur- 

 rounding countr}^ may be obtained. Better 

 still, just beyond Plumstead is the hill which 

 the builder can never spoil, for here are Bostell 

 Woods and Heath, the last of London's open 

 spaces in this direction. 



The hill is cut through by a deep road ; on 

 one side are the woods, composed of tall fir-trees 

 on the broad level top of the hill, and oak, 

 mixed in places with Inrcli and holly, on the 

 slopes; on the other side of the road is the 

 Heath, rough with gorse, bramble, ling, and 

 bracken, and some pretty patches of bii'ch wood. 

 Prom this o})en part there are noble views of the 

 Kent and Essex marshes, the river willi its steely 

 briMit sinuous band dividiii<f the counties. 



