CHAPTER Y. 
DOWN A GBEEN LANE ! 
OWN a green lane ! But what a 
lane ! Words can but meagrely 
convey an impression of its 
charms. Nor could the most 
skilful artist, with the rarest com- 
bination of colours which art can 
produce, give a faithful representation of 
the glorious tints and of the unrivalled 
gracefulness of the Ferns which revel 
there in all their native luxuriance. But 
how to reach this lane ? 
We make a steep ascent along an upland road 
a mile in length ; an ascent so long and so steep, 
that could we make it without pausing, we should 
stop at the summit to recover our breath. But 
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