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FEBNY COMBES. 
is called, is the entrance into the park, called The 
Tellaries Grate.” It is necessary to have a guide, 
who unlocks the numerous gates and doors, and 
shows you the sights most worth seeing. The 
walks run along the cliffs, and every now and then 
superb views are opened through the trees, with 
seats placed here and there. “ The Cabin” is a 
small rustic summer-house, built among the trees, 
affording, from its doorway, a sight of one of the 
loveliest bits of cliff-scenery imaginable. But all 
is so beautiful, every step revealing some fresh 
charm, that it is difidcult to say what is most beau- 
tiful ; nor is it all alike : at one spot you turn away 
from the sea, upon a gorse-clad hill, with fine trees 
at its base and the opposite hill clothed with woods, 
where the spotted deer browse and wander quietly 
about, and where, but for the sea-gulls screaming 
overhead, you might fancy yourselves a hundred 
miles inland. 
At the “ "Wilderness,” a wild sort of pleasure- 
ground, you come again in sight of the ocean. 
Here in one spot you find a grotto hewn out of the 
rock, and look down at the waves, — rsuch an awful 
giddy depth beneath that those most accustomed 
to such scenes recoil from the precipice, — while in 
front rises a peculiarly smooth and perpendicular 
cliff, known as Gallantry Bower. Further on is a 
