DOWN A GREEN LANE ! 



beautiful of its beautiful family. The aspect of 

 a hedge-bank clothed with PolysticJium' angulare 

 must be seen to be adequately appreciated. 



Pursuing our pathway a few yards farther, the 

 scene, for one moment, changes. Through a 

 gateway on the right, forming a gap in the sand- 

 stone hedge-bank which has helped to shut in the 

 lane, the sun suddenly lights up the scene ; and 

 at the same time a charming prospect is offered 

 by the valley below. Some of the grandest of 

 Devonshire scenery lies before us. From where 

 we stand, a declivity sweeps gracefully down 

 to Totnes, which, nestling around its tall church 

 tower, appears to repose in the very depth of the 

 valley. On each side we get a peep of the 

 winding Dart; on the left as it flows from the 

 moor, on the right as it makes for the sea. But 

 town and river are mantled by trees, now thinly 

 scattered, now densely grouped and spreading 

 away over upland and hill-top, as far as the eye 

 can reach, in dusky outlines. Town, river, and 

 wood below, sloping uplands with meadow and 

 corn-field, steep wood-crowned hills beyond, and 

 the rugged peaks and barren tors of Dartmoor in 



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