DOWN A GREEN LANE ! 
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noble-growing ferns. Then it widens, and admits 
you on to a glade, whence away to the right from 
the hill-top where you stand, you get a magnificent 
view, far away over green lanes, woods, and meadows 
of the wild moorlands which end the landscape. 
Now the lane suddenly narrows again ; but just 
as it is about to commence its descent over the 
hill, you suddenly come upon a turning to the 
right. A lane within a lane ! Lovely as is the 
course which you have been hitherto following, 
you pause at this spot fairly spellbound by the 
superlative loveliness of the little bit of scenery 
which this new turning suddenly reveals. ’Tis 
just a peep from where you stand ; for this 
lane within a lane seems to be a lane without 
egress, a charming cul-de-sac. At a few yards 
from the entrance, a hedge-bank bars the way, to 
all appearance. The tiny “ bit,” as far as you 
can see, is like a summer bower. The hedge- 
banks stand on each side some seven feet apart. 
But flowering plants and grass carpet the ground, 
leaving a pathway two feet wide. Away in front 
the bank which closes the view, gracefully clothed 
