A PARADISE OF FERNS. 
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prospect of hill, dale, and river, two lanes run 
down, uniting in a point at the hill-top, but spread- 
ing away from each other as they sweep down- 
wards towards the river’s brink. 
On leaving the town in the vicinity of the Quay 
the road turns round to the right, passes between 
hio-h moss-covered walls, and after a short and 
sharp ascent for a few yards, suddenly wheels 
round to the left, and narrows into the dimensions 
of a lane. Turning for a moment before continuing 
the ascent, we get a lovely peep of the cluster of 
houses lying just a little below us, with the church 
spire rising grandly up in their midst 
Now — wending upwards — the path narrows still 
more between high hedges which rise on each side. 
Two or three more graceful bendings to right and 
to left, and then our lane suddenly widens as if to 
invite the tourist to pause in his ascent, and turn 
round. 
The view will well repay a look, for a charming 
sight is spread out below — hill-side and valley, town 
and river. 
Upwards — narrowing as it goes — winds the lane. 
