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THE FERN PARADISE. 
impressions of two Devonshire lanes which, amongst 
scores of others, we recently visited during the 
summer. We might be pardoned for giving a glow- 
ing description of the scenery of our native county;, 
but ours will be no "glowing” description in the 
sense in which the word is used to mean exaggerated. 
No verbal description can accurately convey to the 
mind a fair and true picture of the exquisite love- 
liness of the green lanes to which we refer. The 
most brilliant word-painting would pale before the 
reality. Roughly, during our summer visit to 
Devonshire, we noted down our impressions of what 
we saw, and we will endeavour to reproduce those 
impressions on paper. 
We must premise that, although the town in 
South Devon, of which we would speak, can of 
itself claim no especial notice, the scenery in its 
neighbourhood is surpassed by that of no other 
part of Devonshire. It is on “ the English Rhine ” ; 
for the Dart is the only English river which can 
claim that high distinctive title. 
From the brow of a hill whose summit, about a 
mile from the town, commands a magnificent 
