94 SILVAN WINTER. 



Boxhill, we are soon out of the hurly-burly. 

 On many housetops, in the six-foot ways, and in 

 many a suburban garden, as we rapidly pass on- 

 wards, the precipitated whiteness is conspicuous. 

 The snow gradually gains ground as we come 

 upon meadows and trees outside the great city. 

 By Champion Hill, Tulse Hill, and Streatham, 

 passing in alternation level stretches of line and 

 snow-covered embankments, the white expanse of 

 meadows, the picturesque forms of snow-clad 

 Oaks, and undulating enclosures of fields and 

 trees. From Streatham to Mitcham Junction by 

 the leafless forms of Elms bordering meadows, 

 the delicate branches of the trees prettily whitened 

 here and there. Then along the edge of a grassy, 

 furzy common, and on to Hackbridge. From 

 Hackbridge to Carshalton, whose houses are scat- 

 tered amidst its snow-tipped trees ; on, by lime- 

 stone cuttings, to Button. From Sutton by snowy, 

 spreading fields to Cheam. Here let us pause a 

 moment to remark that the genial author of 

 ' Forest Scenery ' lived at Cheam from 1752 to 

 1777. He became, first, principal assistant, and 

 then master, at a school in that village. It was 



