MEADFOOT AND THE STARFISH. 



DADDY HOLE. 



BRILLIANTLY and fervidly the sun blazed down on the 

 laughing earth on the morning of what, in my early 

 days, used to be designated the "glorious" 1st of 

 June, as I wandered through fields, and over downs, 

 and along the edges of turf-crowned cliffs ; partly to 

 see a remarkable chasm in the limestone on Daddy 

 Hole Plain, near Torquay ; partly to search for the 

 yellow horn-poppy, a fine, and not common plant, 



