ON THE COAST OF AEEAN 



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and are crossed by small bridges. On each of 

 these it seems natural to pause, for a bridge 

 is always a place to linger upon, and over each 

 low and mossy parapet we get a peep into some 

 tiny glen, down which the water glances between 



banks that are adorned by the foxglove, the 

 fern, and the wild rose. By the roadside we 

 notice the campion, a spring flower still in 

 bloom; the bramble, in flower also, though by 

 this time its fruit should almost be ripe ; the 

 sweet-scented woodruff, and the jewelled forget- 

 me-not. 



