THE FEJJN PARADISE. 



rat will return from his hole ; the trout will skim 

 about on the surface of the river close to where 

 we are sitting, if our shadow does not fall across 

 the sunlit pool. As we sit and rest, w r e may 

 listen, with a deep sens? of enjoyment, to the soft 

 buzzings of the insects which surround us ; and 

 watch the bushes, the grass, the ground, and the 

 water. Everywhere there is life fresh, delight- 

 ful, enjoyable life. 



Such a scene as we have attempted to describe 

 is not imaginary. It is real and tangible. Who 

 that has visited Devonshire has not experienced 

 the varied and varying sensations of a ramble so 

 essentially Devonian ? 



After pursuing this river- side path for some 

 little distance, we reached a waterfall, where a 

 division in the river makes provision for the stream 

 which drives the mill at Fingle Bridge. Close by 

 the fall there is a light and open plantation of 

 small trees, and underneath these a tiny forest of 

 Ferns. Bracken in glorious luxuriance clothe 

 the ground, and splendid forms of the Male Fern 

 also abound in this wood. The dark stream, too, 

 which flows by the wood is fringed with some 





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