A PARADISE OF FERNS. 25 



prospect of hill, dale, and river, two lanes run 

 down, uniting in a point at the hill-top, but spread- 

 ing away from each other as they sweep down- 

 wards towards the river's brink. 



On leaving the town in the vicinity of the Quay 

 the road turns round to the right, passes between 

 high moss-covered walls, and after a short and 

 sharp ascent for a few yards, suddenly wheels 

 round to the left, and narrows into the dimensions 

 of a lane. Turning for a moment before continuing 

 the ascent, we get a lovely peep of the cluster of 

 houses lying just a little below us, with the church 

 spire rising grandly up in their midst. 



Now wending upwards the path narrows still 

 more between high hedges which rise on each side. 

 Two or three more graceful bendings to right and 

 to left, and then our lane suddenly widens as if to 

 invite the tourist to pause in his ascent, and turn 

 round. 



The view will well repay a look, for a charming 

 sight is spread out below hill-side and valley, town 

 and river. 



Upwards narrowing as it goes winds the lane. 



