AT LYNDHURST. 121 
But to return to our Sunday morning walk. 
We have not rambled far before we come upon a 
glade whose exceeding beauty compels us to stay 
awhile and admiringly enjoy the sylvan scene. A 
friendly Birch flings its branches over the green- 
sward, and thus offers a bowered seat, whence we 
may look around on the wealth of greenery spread 
out for our delight. Birch and Oak are still the pre- 
vailing Tree growths, but the glade is fringed with a 
rich bordering of graceful brake, amongst whose 
fronds are tangled growths of Hawthorn and Black 
thorn; of incipient Beech, of dogrose and black- 
berry; of gorse—riehly covered with the fructifi- 
cation which has followed the summer bloom— 
and of the shining prickly Holly. We are shut in 
from the surrounding forest. All around us Trees 
rise against the sky, and we can only see, by 
peering under the Oaks on our left, the golden 
expanse of a neighbouring sun-lit glade. 
On still, from glade to glade, until we reach a 
point on the hillside whence a delightful view 
opens up before us. We had lighted upon a path 
crossing our route from right to left, and pur- 
suing this for a few yards, we come upon a break 
