THE FEIW PARADISE. 



forms of Fern-life should be examined to be 

 enjoyed. 



We will not generalise. We will paint no ima- 

 ginary picture; but we will just describe our 

 own impressions of two Devonshire lanes which, 

 amongst scores of others, we recently visited 

 during the summer. We might be pardoned for 

 giving a glowing 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. JSTo verbal description can 

 accurately convey to the mind a fair and true 

 picture of the exquisite loveliness 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 





