204 WITHIN AN HOUR OF LONDON TOWN. 



over in my mind the why and wherefore of the dis- 

 cord and jangle in this life of ours. The rush and 

 hurry, the fret and struggle for existence, so much 

 of which is needless, and simply the outcome of 

 human mismanagement. But we remember that 

 Nature and her unalterable laws are just now our 

 study ; and these will act for good and ill irrespec- 

 tive of man, with his surmisings, his doubts, and 

 his fears. 



One thing is certain, when some of the mighty 

 forces that are part and parcel of this same beauti- 

 ful Nature act, as they do at times, disastrously, so 

 far as man is concerned, he and all he has made 

 are swept away, like ants off a path, by a gust of 

 the wind. 



Moralising is very apt to make you take little 

 note of time or distance ; we find we have reached 

 the last spur that leads direct to the moor. I say 

 the moor, because this is one of the most beautiful 

 stretches of moorland that the eye of man, woman, 

 or child can look on. 



After coming down the side of the hill our feet 

 are on soft, mossy, velvety turf, for which this spot 

 is noted. In point of fact this is a moorland glen, 



