176 OUR WOODLAND TREES. 
full glory of the sunshine lights up the wreaths of 
leafage on every branch; now silvered as sun- 
beams fall aslant on drooping leaves, or penetrate 
their sweet transparency. Now,as we enter an open 
glade, whose sunny surface is filled with glorious 
forms of waving bracken, we are surrounded by 
noble Trees, whose trunks of vast dimensions give 
birth to limbs, each one of which would make a 
Tree, and from each one of which rises a per- 
fect forest of spreading boughs. Anon, as we 
pass under the shelter of these gigantic Tree 
growths, we are solemnly impressed by the 
strange calm which prevails around. The ground 
is strewn with fallen leaves, the accumulations of 
years. Little else is there save the hardy Holly; 
for Beeches, ina manner peculiar to them, demand 
entire possession of the ground, as if to enable 
them to display unrivalled their glory and magni- 
ficence. 
Leaving the neighbourhood of these delightful 
Trees, we now follow a path which, through a 
gateway, takes us into the Knyghtwood enclosure, 
where stands, at the end of the enclosure furthest 
from that at which we have entered, surrounded 
