fields ; but no shade, no woods, nor coppice to shelter the sun- burnt wanderer from mid-day's scorching heat ; no hedge-bound path wherein to indulge contemplation's solemn mood, where
".... ev'ry leaf
" Affords a tale concluding with a moral ;
" The very hazel has a tongue to teach,
" The birch, the maple, horn-beam, beech and ash."— Village Curate
But all is bleak and cheerless as the rugged cliffs which bound their shores. Ride where you will, a dull sameness palls upon the eye ; no variety - nothing to expect beyond the hills in view.
Change but the scene ; ascend Fairlight Down, from whence a thousand varied tracks present themselves to the astonished eye.
One evening's excursion to the hop-gardens will invite fifty more. Mount the Castle hill, and contemplate the ruins of ancient grandeur. In short, strike which way you will, a boundless variety of paths, interspersed with hills and dales, woods, shaws, and -
