THE FELLY PARADISE. 
forms of Fern-life should be examined to be 
enjoyed. 
We will not generalise. We will paint no ima- 
ginary picture; but we will just describe our 
own impressions of two Devonshire lanes which, 
amongst scores of others, we recently visited 
during the summer. We might be pardoned for 
giving a glowing 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 loveliness of the green 
lanes to which we refer. The most brilliant word- 
painting would pale before the reality. Boughly, 
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 6 the English 
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