192 OUR WOODLAND TREES. 
charm of quicker motion to the wealth of sylvan 
green. On still through scenes of ever-changing 
beauty. Now it is open turf, starred with white 
and golden blooms ; now glades of brake, sheltered 
by Oak and Beech, Holly, Birch, and Hawthorn 
—the Hawthorn, not shrub but Tree, into whose ° 
head has climbed, perhaps, some giant form of 
brake, perfumed Honeysuckle, or clustering dog- 
rose, clothed with a mass of blushing flowers. 
Our path is now bathed in sunshine, now steeped 
in shadows from the sheltering leaves of many a 
Tree. We cross, anon, a space of open forest, 
where again the gorse and the brake grow to- 
gether; and then continuing a north-easterly 
course, passing, by a gentle ascent in the ground, 
into magnificent glades, where Beech and Oak 
rise gloriously against the sky, with contrast 
of the varying foliage of their noble heads,— 
the golden hue of Beech with the darker Oak leaves 
—we reach the forest road, which, by a few 
gentle turns, leads away into Lyndhurst. 
