CHAPTEE V. 
DOWN A GEEEN 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 
