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impressions of two Devonshire lanes which, amongst 

 scores of others, we recently visited during the 

 summer. We might be pardoned for giving a glow- 

 ing description of the scenery of our native county; 

 but ours will be no " glowing " description in the 

 sense in which the word is used to mean exaggerated. 

 No verbal description can accurately convey to the 

 mind a fair and true picture of the exquisite love- 

 liness of the green lanes to which we refer. The 

 most brilliant word-painting would pale before the 

 reality. Roughly, during our summer visit to 

 Devonshire, we noted down our impressions of what 

 we saw, and we will endeavour to reproduce those 

 impressions on paper. 



We must premise that, although the town in 

 South Devon, of which we would speak, can of 

 itself claim no especial notice, the scenery in its 

 neighbourhood is surpassed by that of no other 

 part of Devonshire. It is on " the English Rhine " ; 

 for the Dart is the only English river which can 

 claim that high distinctive title. 



From the brow of a hill whose summit, about a 

 mile from the town, commands a magnificent 



